Poem

Hitchhiker

Jack Kerouac
"Tryna get to sunny Californy" - Boom. It's the awful raincoat making me look like a selfdefeated self-murdering imaginary gangster, an idiot in a rueful coat, how can they understand my damp packs - my mud packs - „Look John, a hitchhiker" „He looks like he's got a gun underneath that I. R. A. coat" "Look Fred, that man by the road" „Some sexfiend got in print in 1938 in Sex Magazine" – „You found his blue corpse in a greenshade edition, with axe blots"

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