Saved my bhikkucitos
for the holy hair
that was found wanting
in merde air –
Ninety devils jokin with me
And I’m running on the catwalk
At Margaritee
Jumping from car to car
In a 60 mile freight
Runnin up the pass maw
Tunnel Gore waited Ore
The fantastic steelsmoke
In choke mad tunnels
of Timbercountry Calif
where if I’d-a fell,
I’d-a fell on peb pebbles
of sore iron grit,
of hard put to it
Importunate fool that I was,
I raved to fight Saviors
Instead of listening in
To the Light – still a fool
22nd Chorus
© Copyright: Джек Керуак, 2010
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