 JACK
His jazz beats on smoky streets where the red painted lady, with her lollipop neck, and the downtrodden hobo pray for nights to regret; while the cigarette hangs from lips parted by sighs too afraid of goodbyes. So they saunter, one west one east, along tired, smoky streets with a sax blowing slow til the moon is beat. —————————————————-- AN ELEGY FOR JACK KEROUAC Aww, Jack, we stood, you and me, in my dreams, on the road, whoopin’ it up in the heavens on earth where our dreams-- tiny pebbles-- were dropped and rippled along the waves, cast out to sea, real dreams, real waters, real like the winds on Desolation Peak real like the flames in your head that would speak to you, and through you, to me. Aww, Jack, we were free, you and me, in my dreams, on the road, angelic beatific prolific on life’s journey where we danced high above the clouds of gusting dust and smoke swirling behind the tail- pipe as we zipped along this sacred soil, our souls splashed and re- baptized, bare and blessed, caressed, fired up with every step when we’d meet and greet the beings of human- ity. Aww, Jack, what a pity, you and me were only in my dreams, on the road, picking lotus flowers lush along the path of enlightenment, left to suffer with nirvana never found. To be true, on this road, in this God-forsaken world, you were holy sent but never in your element. Aww, Jack, I pray that you, not me, that you (and Sal, maybe) through death found peace found paradise, that your soul didn't have to pay a price and could finally burn.
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The poet lights the light and fades away. But the light goes on and on.
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