Nobody knows the other side
of my house,
My corner where I was born,
dusty guitars
Of my tired little street where
with little feet
I beetled and I wheedled
with my sisters
And waited for afternoon sunfall
call a kids
And ma’s to bring me back
to supper mainline
Hum washing line tortillas
and beans,
That Honey Pure land,
of Mominu,
Where I lived a myriad
kotis of millions
Of incalculable
be-aeons ago
When white while joyous
was also
Center of lake of light
127th Chorus
© Copyright: Джек Керуак, 2011
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