Hey listen you poetry audiences
If you don't shut up
And listen to the potry,
See, we'll get a guy at the gate
To bar all potry haters
Forevermore

Then, if you don't like the subject
Of the poem that the poit
Is readin, geen, why don't
You try Marlon Brando
Who'll open your eyes
With his cry

James Dean is dead?-
Aint we all?
Who aint dead-

John Barrymore is dead

Naw, San Francisco is dead
-San Francisco is bleat
With the fog
(And the fences are cold)


- Jack Kerouac
Orizaba 210 Blues; 9th Chorus
Book of Blues