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
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Author:
mdrogers (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My high school English teacher got me reading Kerouac and I was hooked on the beatnik writers.
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Yeah it's tough to read something that you didn't know about until today.
Yup that's Kerouac! Good descriptions!
Thank you. I appreciate that. Truly.
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!
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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