Kerouac Lives - 49 Poem by Richard Wlodarski
Kerouac Lives - 49
Momma please come hold me…
I've buried my daughter…
Didn't think she was mine...
Burnt out on the damn road…
Anil, I greatly appreciate such comments. They are proof positive that I'm really capturing the essence of Kerouac's spirit!
Only if they dig up Jack and Jan and to a DNA test He won't be at peace
2) So very tragic that the two had met only twice. I sincerely believe that The Kerouac Project will help both of them to be at peace with themselves. BTW, talk about synchronicity, Jan was born 1 week to the day before I was born. The mysterious coincidences continue happening!
During his lifetime, a DNA test had proven that Jack was her father. Further proof was when after his death, as his daughter, she had received 50% of the royalties.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Excellent short work...... thank you, dear friend..
Very greatly appreciated, dear friend!