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 … More KEROUAC’S ROOM
Out of Tangiers the fragrance followed. A stack of letters bound with a blue ribbon, wait for the seeds of their thoughts to be watered when their words are read. Suits with ties and jackets unzipped. The conversation moved onto paper with broken pencils until 2am; sleep can wait. Cold water and a third floor … More PARIS HOTEL
Highway trucks beat a rhythm of road. Red lights press and release like arteries pulsing. Steady and long, full and heavy. Songs of travel spin the blacktop; miles behind lay thin and pressed. Rolling behemoths, like buffalos cresting hills, feverishly running corners and flats. Kings of the road. Soldiers scripted to find their place, somewhere … More UP AHEAD
Roger Singer 