Uncle Jack

Jack Kerouac

Uncle Jack[1]

 

 

 

Uncle Jack smoking cigarettes on the road from Lowell Mass to Big Sur California Ti Jean and Dean Moriarty dirtying their frocks on the side of every roads.

Uncle jack searching illumination in the snowy mountain of Yellowstone like Tibetan monk of strange Dharma[2]

Uncle Jack finding Nirvana in the bottle of Mexican mescal somewhere around Tijuana in early fifties  thirty years before J.J. Cales!

Uncle Jack reciting prose by the side of a wailing saxophone somewhere on Bleecker Street

Uncle Jack smoking cigarettes filling ashtrays drinking booze of all kind writing words on scraps of borrowed paper.

Uncle Jack shutting his dead mouth as my waking time went off.

Timed sleep timer timing the time I pre timed on my timer.

Long roads from single roll of paper road to bright luminescent neon like enlighten screen

Uncle jack was it and us nephews are but just wannabes wannabe, like jumping wallabies hopping the night to memorized bebop bopping songs

Uncle Jack saw the roads, saw the tracks. He hop to open door train wagons and saw the flying landscape never knowing TV or having the need of any TV guide

Uncle jack lived the last freedom the last American dream opened the way for nephews of all sorts to shut the screen put some boots and hit the trail.

 

And if I write like a blind rider on a unknown road is because uncle Jack did ride the road before me..

Easy Rider in the night riding a neon keypad

Easy Rider on the electronic highway on the road to a screen near you.

Post beatnik, post hippy aging traveller, travelling memory lane of past and conditional conditions; listening to music in a can eating its contain by the side of a neon fire on the side of some electronic highway I am but a cyberbeatnik a Hippy.I hippy I am .mixing Kerouac with Dr Seus Cat in The Hat I am.......

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[1] 20140801

[2] Jack Kérouac  Dharma Bums