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Kerouac Poems

Tuesdays' nights

was the whiskey and the jazz playing
On too many black nights with too
Many lonely women and not a poem
Between them

How many times can you run
From the shadow of the voices that
Surround you

Beating like drums in the darkness
Tasting more of your flesh each time
Not leaving enough for a man to breathe
No way for a man to

Categories: kerouac, 12th grade, addiction,
Form: Free verse

WALLS

Four beige walls
Streaked with yellow tar
Of too many smokes
Kerouac waiting with Brautigan on shelf
Once the mongrel beat
Long forgotten

And the jazz plays cymbals taps flare
Chaka boom chaka boom chaka boom
While 88's like crystal wail
To the beat baby babe
 To the beat

On the road to desolation
The vision spoke
Looking through doorways at mountains

The jack,man, the jack 
Had this

Categories: kerouac, 12th grade,
Form: Free verse

KEROUAC THE WORD SPEAKS JAZZ Tony Adamo

KEROUAC THE WORD SPEAKS JAZZ/Tony Adamo

Spoken Word All in Caps for Better Reading While in Recording Studio/10/14/23
THE JAZZ COOL AND BEBOP MUSICIANS MADE MUSIC THEIR OWN/
 THE BEAT GENERATION WAS A NONCONFORMIST CULTURE MOVEMENT OF THE 1950’S/
  WRITERS, POETS SUCH AS JACK KEROUAC, NEAL CASSADY, ALLEN GINSBERG, DIANE DE PARMA, WILLIAM S. BURROUGH, AND

Categories: kerouac, spoken word,
Form: Spoken Word

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Stigmata Redemption Jack Kerouac style

On the restless road of existence,
Winding through beatnik midnight dreams,
I met a wanderer with stigmata palms,
Tales carved into hands like nomadic streams.

Under the neon hum of jazz club nights,
His scars sang stories of holy flights,
How the weight of the cross bore heavy and true,
On hearts searching for redemption’s hue.

He’d seen angels in every corner dive,
Playing

Categories: kerouac, addiction,
Form: Free verse

Kerouac After Twilight

After twilight around that corner
City Lights show an alternative way
Sipping sour whiskey from chipped cups
In low sweaty cellars where frothy cats play
Shades under tilted black beat berry hats
And Charlie's beat sounds out over his steady rap
Snyder slumps iodine in the doorway queue
Waiting for a tired Bird's wings to flap
Onstage another rhythmic rant from Jack
Sets shapely

Categories: kerouac, america, cool, dance, drink,
Form: Rhyme

Oh Kerouac

I am thinking of you, Kerouac.
As I always do 
when the leaves start to fall,
For that’s when I first fell for you 
many years ago.


You lit my fire and spit me into myself, ready to tackle
Each branch of myself.
Aching to view each night through a poet’s eye,
And connect the dots uniquely under the violet sky.


Oh

Categories: kerouac, appreciation, inspiration, muse, tribute,
Form: Free verse

My Kerouac Heart Attacks

My Kerouac heart attacks
In illustrious cigar smoke stacks
Against time, Wake up to talk,
To speak, Unknown for hours
Amidst your wilting sunflowers
Let's talk nonsense prose
Where death kills,
Love, at last, grows
My Ginsberg snowflake cries Howls
With Wolfbane growls
At my Kerouac heart

Categories: kerouac, life,
Form: Free verse

Jack Kerouac

I used to write like
Jack Kerouac.
Words
crumbling down
paper. 
Stark thoughts
marked
by dots
and dashes.
 
Flashes of schoolyard brilliance
The hill I would
climb over
to be
someone different. 
I never saw life
through a dot.
LSD.
My father
was on mushrooms,
when he and my mother
created me.
 
Psychedelic sperm
meets
bitter weed
infested ovum. 
BANGED
into existence. 

Transient spirit
sloughing off
afterbirth long
after I hit
the cold.
 
I have chased
paper
ever since. 
Dipping my bones
in

Categories: kerouac, celebrity, courage, dedication, devotion,
Form: Free verse

Nu-Jack Kerouac

Nu-Jack Kerouac/Tony Adamo 2010

Miles,  Monk, Bird, Dizzy Gillespie & Train 
Jack Kerouac, Allen Ginsburg, Mingus and the Duke/
Wrote Music books and poetry that had the power to change our musical  written word/
They walked the walk baby and be-boped the talked/
Miles , Monk they dreamt in jazz time
(BRIDGE)
You got Ta be kool  Nu-jack

Categories: kerouac,
Form: Lyric

Five Winter Haiku Kerouac Pop

seven below zero
      silent angels
cold prayers


darkness falls on snow
      fumbling
for my keys 


metrodome cave-in
      vikings lose their home
pillage detroit town


frost-bit
      mountain climbing
your forgotten love


windblown snow
      covers my tracks
am I here?

Categories: kerouac, imagination
Form: Haiku