Tag Archives: San Francisco Blues
Response to the 55th Chorus
“I also have all space And St Louis too Light follows rivers I do too Light fades, I pass.” —Jack Kerouac, from the 55th Chorus of “San Francisco Blues” (Book of Blues) If this were a poker … Continue reading
Filed under Civil Twilight or Dawn Poems, Morning Poems
Inside His 50th Chorus
“The guitar’s a-started Playing by itself.” —Jack Kerouac, from the 50th Chorus to “San Francisco Blues” (Book of Blues) Hot wind and time to be alone converge at an intersection I won’t remember tomorrow morning when light breaks open that … Continue reading
Filed under Night Poems
Tinderbox
Kerouac sees punks in his 20th chorus— all those who would fit on a page of a breast pocket notebook. Leftover ones dancing on the head of a pin, I’ll get over this disdain. I’ll listen again when amphitheaters begin … Continue reading
Filed under Overnight Poems
