the road?
with kerouac on the lap
me, age 30, catching up
in an average bus.
knowing-never really been there.
protected from the outside politeness
inside the mist of the wet windows.
melody of the black man voice
big, 190/110, language french
made me think.
knowing-we might as well be there.
on the road. now.
- četvrtak, 24.03.2005. 23:16 -
