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Robert Burrows wrote:
Ti Jean

Your century old
beat bones
Sleep well
in Lowell.
Your stone's
surrounded
by cigarettes
empty beer cans
and hand
scrawled poems
stuck to
the ground
that bleed
to white
in the rain

Excellent tribute to Jack Kerouac, passed away in October 1969.

EfOA


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Robert Burrows wrote:
Ti Jean

Your century old
beat bones
Sleep well
in Lowell.
Your stone's
surrounded
by cigarettes
empty beer cans
and hand
scrawled poems
stuck to
the ground
that bleed
to white
in the rain

Again, nice Jack Kerouac tribute.


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Robert Burrows wrote:
Ti Jean

Your century old
beat bones
Sleep well
in Lowell.
Your stone's
surrounded
by cigarettes
empty beer cans
and hand
scrawled poems
stuck to
the ground
that bleed
to white
in the rain

"A previously unpublished story by Jack Kerouac, described as a rCLvery significantrCY addition to his work, has been uncovered at an auction of the belongings of a former Mafia crime boss."

More below r4cN+A

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Karen Tellefsen wrote:
rjbur...@gmail.com wrote:

Ti Jean

Your century old
beat bones
Sleep well
in Lowell.
Your stone's
surrounded
by cigarettes
empty beer cans
and hand
scrawled poems
stuck to
the ground
that bleed
to white
in the rain

From the dusty archives circa 1994

Bongo Drums and Poet Spooks
----------------------------

Hey Jack Kerouac,
dharma magic in his hat.
Beat boys clustered in his books,
bongo drums and poet spooks.

Hey Jack, look at that:
ten Zen travellers
hopped a train to no where, and

hey Jack, read your book
on a plane to no where, but
Ginsberg barely was disguised
and Gary Snyder, he
was there. But

hey Jack, heart attack
no one lasts as long as that.

So hey Jack, here's so long;
I don't think that you'll be back
though I whisper,
"Look at that."

Another good poem from Karen T

Good to know that more Jack Kerouac writing will soon be available.


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