Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Jack's Ghost: A Kerouac Poem by Rick Dale

JACK’S GHOST

I trippled down Adler –
Adler, you know, Kerouac Alley
San Fran, between Vesuvio’s and
City Lights, mecca for a beat –
Anyway I was trippling, man
Trippling
(if that makes any sense
– that’s two p’s by the way)
and it’s the only
word can describe walking
where my heroes walked
and wrote and drank and yelled
and all the rest

Wow! It made me high just being there
And of course I was fantasizing about seeing Jack
hanging around, maybe leaning up against
the brick wall mural outside the bar
sketching in a notepad
like it was 1947
wearing a flannel shirt, work pants, black railroad shoes
Yair! (That’s beat for an emphatic “Yes”)
I.was.ready.for.anything
ANYTHING!

But the alley was empty
except for some tourists taking pictures
of each other and I ended up sitting on the floor
upstairs in City Lights
cross-legged and
reading Mexico City Blues (again)
and just about the 103rd chorus
I heard a sexy gone voice behind me
whisper a breathy "Who’s your favorite?"

Without looking to see my angel in waiting
I wrote "Kerouac" on a blank page
in my little black notebook,
like the kind I imagine Jack used
but it was a Moleskine and he’d never spend
that much on a notebook, you know
but just the same I
stuck my pen in the fold
and passed it behind me without looking
I felt it taken out of my nervous hand

An eternity fell on my shoulders
until a giggle, a sweet silky titter of a laugh
Too afraid, I didn’t look back
Something touched my shoulder
I reached and felt my notebook
The pen was still in it
I looked inside and there
under Jack’s name was written
"I was here"
I turned around to see
my beat angel –
There was no one in sight . . .
Whoever, whatever was one fast
move beyond gone

You can bet I won’t forget
that trip anytime soon
not even in the jangly
railyard earth of Jack’s
darkest road fantasies



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8 comments:

  1. Wow sounds like that trip will never be forgotten, great verse!

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  2. dang...how cool is that...a magical moment drawing near your beat angel...some cool textures in here and a fantastical journey...

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  3. Rick, you really took me there. I love City Lights and was able to be right there with you.

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  4. what a trip you took me on and one that will not be forgotten anytime soon great write
    http://gatelesspassage.com/2011/10/11/the-day-of-the-dead/#comment-1682

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  5. terrific write and love your blog title. you might like my stuff. http://parolavivace.blogspot.com -- an angel. xxxj

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  6. invite you to share your talent with poets rally today.
    smiles.

    what a fantastic ride with your words.

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