Jack Kerouac
Where have you gone mon ami?
Is your old worn out Beat ghost
Haunting those back roads
And those desolate Cascade peaks.
Restless.
The road has changed a lot
Since you left it -
It's gotten mean
And the country is tired
And bored.
We've gotten stale.
Those Mexico City Blues still touch me
Down deep.
Beat to the end,
Jack Kerouac.
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Monday, December 15, 2008
A Jack Kerouac poem
The following poem was posted on December 5 at Shadow of Diogenes. I really liked it and obtained consent from the author to share it here. Check out the rest of his blog if you get a chance!
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