It's 2:42 AM and I can't sleep
So I pull out a copy of Matthew Dickman poemsI got at City Lights Books in San Francisco a few years ago.I love the poetry room in that bookstore.Up on the second floor of that creaky old building,Full of light on a sunny day, chairs and benchesOffering cozy spots to crack something open.Few customers climb the stairs From the crowded stacks below.I'm don't consider myself a poet But I can write poems from time to ti…