Kerouac Lives - 490 Poem by Richard Wlodarski
Kerouac Lives - 490
I'm so tired
Of the cold bars...
Such heated talks
Of dreaded walks
I instantly thought of the Kammerer murder and time Kerouac spent behind bars, those cold bars. How lonely it must have been watching those around him find bail and freedom. There were bars, and there were the other bars. Fantastic verse, Richard.
2) cont'd: Interestingly enough, just yesterday I had been thinking about that murder and wrote a four-liner about Kerouac's moral dilemma(s) .
M.J., it's always so refreshing and rewarding to read your comments! Only someone like you who is well-versed in the subject of Kerouac would have picked up on the double entendre.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/21/2025 6:56:53 PM # 1.0.0
I do understand, Richard
Good to hear from you, Michael! It's been a long time! I wonder if you had picked up on the double entendre in this poem. M.J. Lemon got it right away.