Dead Jack Kerouac Poem by Jack Buck

Dead Jack Kerouac



forgot how it goes,
but that one Jack Kerouac quote before he gave up
and taught us how to live
when he was headed west
at the dividing line of the east of his youth and the west of his new life
crossing over the state line of Colorado into Utah
seeing God in the sky above the desert salt in the form
of a giant, magnificent sun
with all that road ahead
and all that road behind
pushing and pulling
with one's life at the center of it all

Wednesday, September 18, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: america,desert,traveling
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