"I awake in at 11.30 a.m. Get into my chinos and a dirty green shirt, I'm going to Miller's," he writes. "Hot damn that air is good and the sun like golden butter on my body." He continues: "No racetrack today, nothing but this beastly and magical leisure". The poem was about just imagining getting up in the morning and all, just drinking a beer and sitting in the sunshine and looking at these women'