2016-05-08


3rd Chorus 
3rd St Market to Lease
Has a washed down tile
Tile entrance once white
...Now caked with gum
Of a thousand hundred feet
Feet of passers who
...Did not go straight on
Bending to flap the time
Pap page on back
With smoke emanating
From their noses
But slowly like old
...Lantern jawed junkmen
...Hurrying with the lump
...Wondrous potato bag
......To the avenues of sunshine
......Came, bending to spit,
& Shuffled awhile there. 
--from 'San Francisco Blues'; Jack Kerouac (1954)


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