Kerouac

mdrogers

The time has come for my journey to begin

I don't know where I am going nor what I will see

The beautiful landscape of the west or the always enduring Atlantic coast

Maine or Arizona

Florida to Oregon

The Joshua trees or the maple leaves

The road has called me and I must answer

I may get stuck somewhere and stay a while

Or I may speed through just counting the miles

I'm taking nothing with and leaving a season of my life behind

There may be people in need of my company

There may be prisons that want to institutionalize me

There may be some good news and bad 

There may be soft women or there may be hard times

I may become a vagrant and in need of a hand up

I may become rich in Vegas and can loan you a buck

The tires are antsy just wanting me to point out the way

To a cities crowded street or a long lonesome highway

The hills and rivers of Appalachia or the San Francisco bay

The snowy Rocky mountains or a downtown park with it's beautiful fountain

This thirst is unquenchable I think if I stay my mind may get worse

I have never been homesick and I never will 

My home is the highway the road is my thrill

I'm going now don't beg me to stay 

If I don't call or write for a while, don't worry I'm ok

It's not you that I'm leaving but our season has come

You should find excitement, you really need some

I'm going to be driving real fast and chasing my dream

Day and night, low and high beam

  • Author: mdrogers (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 30th, 2021 20:28
  • Comment from author about the poem: My high school English teacher got me reading Kerouac and I was hooked on the beatnik writers.
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments3

  • dusk arising

    Suggestion. If you want to attract more readers and comments then start reading and commenting upon other poets posts on here. Your profile page shows you have not bothered to read anyone elses poetry on this site.

    • mdrogers

      Yeah it's tough to read something that you didn't know about until today.

    • Lorna

      Yup that's Kerouac! Good descriptions!

      • mdrogers

        Thank you. I appreciate that. Truly.

      • James Michael

        Kerouac and Cassidy were bad-asses. I love how you captured that vibe. I heard a song, the lyrics were, “I belong to the open rode babe, I’m a rebel till I die.” Long live the Beats!

        • mdrogers

          I appreciate your kind words. I guess a poem more often than not is gonna miss every ear it is set upon, so if it reaches one person and they feel from its words, then I guess 2 good comments is outstanding.



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