Gregory Corso, Maestro Poet, ancient herald’s wand pin, messenger-god Hermes Caduceus near his pen, a quiet afternoon in “The Kettle of Fish,” an old bar in Greenwich Village under whose sign Kerouac used to drink. Gregory called me to join him, we spent a few hours talking till supper time, tired he took cab home to Horatio Street, March 13, 1995. I showed him poems by 19 year old new poet, he liked them too.