Kerouac, are you with me?
Kerouac, are you watching over us?
Kerouac, hope to meet you
You and Woody...but for now
here is my penny-tribute
to you two hopping freights
in the big train of the southern skies tonight
shooting pacific bound
in a fashion kin to you
all rat trash canned beans bearing
sacks, an old guitar and banjoJust you, me in search of west ocean blue