“Was it a bright afternoon,
bright with seeing?”
Asks the literary type
sitting in a chair
In an afternoon’s dream
And you see his buddy comin in,
Holding his coat to the hook
After closing the door,
You see it on a Thurber Cartoon,
In New Yorker, the funny
Fat figures V-cut and Z-cut
In squares, spilling cartons
of spaghetti to their orb ball
OON LINE ANOON
POP CLOUD-WORD-HOLE
And people thumb thru
Reg’ally
And up comes the laugh, the yok,
Funny Thurber
Cartoon there,
“Was it a bright afternoon,
bright with seeing?”
looking over his newspaper
or poetry pad
109th Chorus
© Copyright: Джек Керуак, 2011
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