the ghost of jack kerouac

The Ghost of Jack Kerouac

Slip into
the driver’s
seat start
the engine
pop a
tiny
white pill.

 

Coast to
coast without
sleep, the
ghost of
Jack Kerouac
anchored deep
in the
blacktop.

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