text: Rain for the last day that I will be known the way that I want them to know me
  Rain for reporters predictable leads on the darkening stain of my name
  Rain like the morning you left with the international brigade
  A streak of your face at the glass when the train pulled away
  The aspidistra that refused to die
  A miniature camera in a Cambridge tie
  To get that Soviet control to crack a smile
  All in our file, my fellow traveler
  Sleep for the telephones silent receiver on its beetle-black back in the hall
  Sleep for the bottle that rolled off my desk
  Danced itself out on the floor
  Sleep for the overturned ashtray splayed across an unmade bed
  While I interrogate every word that I ever said
  I fall from buildings into angry air
  Lecture my students in my underwear
  But once I was allowed to dream of you instead
  My dear defected fellow traveler
  How you booked your final passage
  With a passport that you paid for with a pair of roller skates
  How you dyed your hair and mustache
  Put on a mid-Atlantic accent but you couldnt stop the shakes
  When they asked where you had come from
  And you muttered, Thats a good one
  Though you were never really certain
  Every umbrella down on Portman Square
  Opens and closes to arraign our fair
  Theory of something I cant picture anymore
  A forgery for my fellow travelers
  I wont wait to see
  I still believe in you and me, my fellow traveler