Riding Around Buffalo With Walt Whitman

I was riding round Buffalo with Walt Whitman.  
I drove. He observed. The grey poet sat

quiet for a long time marveling at the invisible forces that pulled my car in all directions.
"Show me where my people live," he said.
I waved my hand and stuttered:"They are all around."
Walt shook his head.  "I heard America," he sang.
"Go on..,"
"That's all," he answered.
"That is all..."