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On the Road
ON THE ROAD
Waking for the ever time today
Crinkling radio nudges my ear
Some beat up old jazz hound.. bops.
Morning drips in my eye
I feel it flush in my head
That old beat is back again
Dogs are liberal; I repose
Falling out of my head i
fumble tip stumble downstairs
With a grain of jack in my hand
Go! Go! Go!
Waking for the ever time today
Crinkling radio nudges my ear
Some beat up old jazz hound.. bops.
Morning drips in my eye
I feel it flush in my head
That old beat is back again
Dogs are liberal; I repose
Falling out of my head i
fumble tip stumble downstairs
With a grain of jack in my hand
Go! Go! Go!
Published 29th Aug 2009
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1st Sep 2009 2:20pm
Yes it was! written shortly after I read. I love the book and Ginsberg's writings aswell
