(The Beat Generation as Spirit Guides )
st. Jack's light is burning bright tonight
like a big old head light
He loved them crazy truckers
balling the jack
rolling down a highway, moving the closest feeling to being free he knew
For me too
them days are gone for me
living with them forlorn rags
but I can survive with the illusion
Of Go
hammer down on my keyboard
makes me feel like I am on the open road again.
Roll on
ten thirty pm2010
deflated
inspired
clear
clean
crazy
blessed
cursed
ha!
on a june night
in the year of twenty ten
and I am beat
looking forward
looking backward
I notice that i am still trying to get someplace but I don't know where
the days of my life slip away
one by one
tomorrow tomorrow
be another day of living
Hard to look too far down that road
Just give me tomorrow and the day after that
every day is a gift
Good night old friend
They Were Seeking a Gospel