Jim Morrison vacationed in Tangier,
walked past this door twice a day
with Pam, Mick & Marianne.
Stumbling from hotel to souk to beach
where heaven bleeds into the ocean
and the cafe serves a naked lunch,
he walked past doors of perception,
most were locked, some ajar
but a few were inviting.
He crossed the threshold
of film student to rock star,
poet to alcoholic
through a door as blue
as the cleansed sky
and just as infinite.