He called me Kerouac

by

Wesley A. Storer

They found him dying
Somewhere around
3:OO Clock in the morning
At East Maverick Station
That Fall, 1989 Morning,
In Boston
Thay said he fell down
The subway steps
He was the one who
Put me on to "the Star Rover"
by Jack London
He'd done time in Walpole
For some minor offense
He slept under a bridge
He gave me his bed one night
At the Pine Street Inn
When I was feeling sick
He slept under the bridge
He was very knowledgable
In a literary sense
He always called me Kerouac
It made me feel very good
I try to live up to it
Rest in peace dear friend

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