All at once came dawn
Still blue twilight faded away
Sweet voiced echos of a new day
From grey to gold hues of a lullaby
Dew blooms morn seasons past
The void was lost
With every shaft of amber
A whisper of promise
In smoky light
Not yet a quit lie
A taste of bliss
In the absence of all thoughts
The darkest hour is just before
dawn

As of a weary dream
Like a downward smoke,
Gray clouds softly wept.
Washing away seasons sins.
In bronze, golden glow,
Hems in indian red,
The blues of drifting leaves .
The promise of autumns
Purple hills,
Moonlit diamond dust,
And wine at dawn thoughts.
I tell you October is upon us.

Left out your final days in moonlit alleys
  Paranoid cries to dark reflections
Children did not sing your songs of treasons
Savor you psalms of freedom
This world will never know love, loss and beauty
Look at your life through heaven's eyes
Hear odes of obscenities
Or elegy of empathy
Passed away as a madman lost to the void
Screaming at shadows
Crying hard rains
Drowning at the tail end of a bottle
Burning poems for warmth
Stars the only witnesses these last words
Poetry is a rotten business

The sky to the west lights up with saffron, laced in  pink, The last rays of sunshine reflect gold  off the dry crops.
Shadows Chase the night, the moon enters the stage, A sky  Cosmic Colbert
The crickets play their strings, bullfrogs sing.
Sparrows dance among Wheat tassels swaying to and throw like a lost humming bird in the evening breeze.
And the wind whispers your name with a lonesome sigh.
With a teardrop in your eye you bid summer daydreaming Goodbye,
With bitterness you welcome winter with all its lies.
And the wind whispers a lonesome sigh.
Who are we to say it's wrong?

A letter to Jack Kerouac

Dam you Jack you're the reason I want to hit the road.

Hay Kerouac you're the reason I hang out in counter bars Coffee shops dark alleys writing ***** poetry.

Dam you Jack you're the reason I daydream at night of hitchhiking and train hoping.

Hay Kerouac you're the reason I'm addicted strawberry pie ale mod and coffee at road side dinners.

Dam you Jack you're l the reason take sleeping pills drink whiskey and get high on your Mexican blues.

Hay Kerouac you're the reason I meditate to Buddha pray to Jesus ware a prayer Mala and St. Christopher medal.

Dam it Jack you're the reason I climb mountains eat Hershey bars with nuts and Hoot and holler naked in the woods.

Hay Kerouac you're the reason I hear Dean whispering. Yes! Yes!  In my ear as I speed down dark dirt roads with my head Lights out.

Dam it Jack you're the reason I’m a freak a geek a tweak a sinner a saint and been on every woman I meets dinner plate.

Hay Kerouac you gave reason to all life's seasons and Treasons
as I go down that road and think of you.

Jack Kerouac the father we never found.

Jazz hangs in the air as, the neon reflects off cold marble counters,
strawberry pie à la mode, black coffee steaming, Invites me.
and Old *** sits in A Booth, eating a meal paid for with loose change,
peddled on a corner from strangers.
My black book of poems sits next to me, begging me to fill those blank pages.
A widower sits at the counter, over a lonely meal,
ease dropping a poetic dalliance of late night lovers, remembering.
A waitress and cook consumed in a caffeine fueled debate.
The highway, carrying hungry travelers, in the cosmos of headlights.
To this Mecca of neon, chrome and porcelain,
where $.75 will get your cuppa coffee
and a life time of stores to consume.

I step out into the cold night,
the town creeks under a blanket of Fahrenheit diamond.
the smoke from my cigarillo wraps around my face,
pleasing the senses with the aroma of tobacco
and wood stoves glowing in the January night.
an ally cat passes in to the night,
I sip from a bottle cognac, as it coats my tongue and warms a breath.
the sound of jazz drifts in the air, leaning against a street light,
waiting for the 2 am freight, and a hi ball ride out west.
bags packed light and foolish, a whistle blows, snow set in.
I hop my car and head in to the darkness
to see new places.not knowing where I'm bound