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.