by Joe Johnston
I am still waiting for the shakes to stop.
I am still waiting for the magic of Big Sur
to envelop me in calm
I did the work; I rejected the
mythos and I rejected the
ritual and I decamped to the
valley. And I waited.
I waited as the shakes continued
and I waited as the Fall rolled in and
the tide rolled out.
The beats go on as the
Beats went on, and
I don’t have the right map so I’m
lost, off the road, a city light
my only beacon, waiting for
the. shakes. to. stop.
PAINTING:Big Sur Coastline by Eyvind Earle.
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: A popular book many young people read to broaden their boundaries is Jack Kerouac’s 1957 novel On the Road. But I don’t feel that…
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