Tag Archives: Jack Kerouac
The Last Layover
Under the streetlight’s hum,The bottle runs dry,No rhythm left to strum,In the city’s sigh,The towel drops,Pale as forgotten hopes,Now smeared with life’s grime,This journey halts here,No more paths to tread,Only the quiet of twilight,And the murmur of the wind,Farewell, fierce … Continue reading
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Tagged beat poetry, end of the road, giving up, Jack Kerouac, literary style, poem, poems, poetic closure, poetry, short poem, throwing in the towel
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Clash in the Neon Light: 2024
Beneath the neon glare they spar,Biden’s whispers, Trump’s sharp barbsWords like electric currents flyThrough the night, under the skyOld roads, new choices, hearts aflameTwo paths, one land, the stakes the sameIn the storm of voices, future’s fightAmerica’s dream in the … Continue reading
Bottle Blues
Burnished amber glow,echoes of grainDistilled dreamsIn moonlit bottles,Jazz and jive,the liquid flameSlips downto drown the sorrow,the midnight howl.
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Tagged amber glow, Beat Generation, beat poetry, blues, distilled dreams, Jack Kerouac, jazz, midnight sorrow, poems, poetic whiskey, poetry, whiskey poem
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Frozen Reverie
Vanilla whispers from corner conesBeneath neon nights and summer moans,Melting laughter on sticky hands,Childhood dreams in rainbow bands,Chocolate rivers down our chins,Sweet echoes of innocent sins.
Silent Roar
Howl within the hushed heartbeat,Unseen blaze, shadowed flame,Beneath the placid facade,Fury’s whisper, cloaked in shame,Eyes that burn, lips that lie still,A storm beneath, with iron will.
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Tagged Beat Generation, emotional expression, inner turmoil, Jack Kerouac, literary style, modern poetry, poems, poetry, quiet anger, short poem, silent fury
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The Silent Sorrow
Silent streets echo the hollow,Ghosts of dreams long forgotten,Whispers of heartache, buried deep,In the quiet of night, we weep.
The Jazz of American Dreams
On the road, wheels spinning fateJazz riffs of freedom, can’t be lateNeon lights, the soul’s own beatCity whispers, dreams at our feet Highways hum, a symphony wildIn diners, stories compileFleeting moments, star-strewn skiesIn the vastness, we arise Hope and sorrow, … Continue reading
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Tagged American dream, Beat Generation, city life, freedom, highways, hope and sorrow, Jack Kerouac, jazz, journey, neon lights, poems, poetry
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