It was written well before Ginsberg had anyone interested in listening to him (over three May days in 1953).
The beat poet adds a stoic sense of acceptance for what is out of reach, as Allen Ginsberg imagines Cassady with his wife and children. He reflects on Neal Cassady, over on the other side of America, and the times they’ve had and, in Ginsberg’s case, still hope to have, regardless of Neal with Caroline and the kids.
John Turnbull: Where I’ve placed it in the show makes it a tribute to Neal Cassady - so, in my head I’m both Allen and Jack - dreaming of the glorious madman they remember.
Neal Cassady died just a year before Kerouac (68/69).