For Jack Kerouac

An ode to Jack Kerouac and the "Beat Poet" "lifestyle".

Prescription less,

And

Out of date pills,

And

Cheap vodka,

 

On the floor

By my bed,

 

Oh to have

Just a drop of

Orange juice,

 

Its sweet citric acid,

 

Or simply

Anything at all,

 

To impede

My deliberations,

 

Tethered to the

Flat screen TV

In an hourly �" rate motel,

The Tenderloin,

San Francisco,

 

Broken pencils

And urine

Stained paper,

 

70’s or 80’s porn

Classic hairy,

 Brood mare,

 

Unsatisfyingly

Saturated,

 And

Unsanitary,

  

The off-white,

Talc �" like dust

Scattered across

My broken glasses,

 

Interrupted

By the mildew colored,

Gray, yellow �" green,

 Morning sun,

 

Comic relief