KEROUAC’S ROOM

KEROUAC’S ROOM

 

 

 

 

A brown box radio

plays scratchy songs

into a room

where outside neon lights

breathe a fuzzy hum

of blue and red

through weathered curtains

as the river far below

rumbles deep past the

town covered in soot

as he groans out a

snappy beat

on a pawn shop typewriter

decorating paper

with his thoughts from

dreams and travel

and diners where cold

food is served by a waitress

named Flo

and where its

always raining outside

when he wants to leave to

somewhere out there

past the open window

and the river

and everything he wants

to leave behind.

 

 

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