| Title: | Visions for Jack Kerouac | 
 
| Posted On: | 2009-02-11 22:36:38 | 
 
jack! where’s your box?
Jean-Talon?
where the cheap coloured suits say hey bella, 
come amo? 
you call your father?
& i say that’s none of your business, okay?
but sure, 
money maker – knee breaker, 
got a dollar to spare?
got a phone to use?
got a number to score?
got a box to build?
a shoe box? for a poet-man, 
he’s dead but his mad creations shouldn’t be exposed to light 
& 
need to chant 
& 
smile 
& 
maybe play banjo & never die?