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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I do understand, Richard