Kerouac Trip

Wake up my boy!
Put your clothes on
C’mon, don't look me like that
I am your city guide
Take my word for it
It is only a short ride
With a vintage car.

Circle the destination we up to on the map
We won't trade anything for nothing
Do we?
It is scripted, rehearsed
Relenting query at the first STOP sign
Of what lies ahead
In Sal Paradise’s shoes.

First, some instructions:

During the ride
Don’t talk with sign posts
They ain’t do good.

There is a copy of
On The Road
At the drawer.

Keep that after the ride.

Drink economy size bottles
Watch out for cops when you do that
Don’t go sick in the restroom.

If you want to do a beatific, outlaw thing
And don't want to end up like Bonnie&Clyde
Screw a street skank at the road side
Distant from eyes.

That is much safer than robbing banks.

After that
Go over the bushes
Unzip your pants
Take a long, long vaporizing piss.

Smoke with deep drags
Then zip your pants again.

-At the horizon
City is happening so fast
Like in the movies
Blurring lines of daze, fume and lunacy
Are switching,

Car lights chasing each other
Are becoming red trails in the lanes,

High raise buildings bury their heads
In grey clouds
Until the first day light breaks...

Order hot chocolate
And onion rings
At the booth service.

Set up a monthly expenditure
like Fitzgerald
On a napkin
Get mad with the figures you jotted down
Twist the paper and throw it away.

Now by Boy
Raise up!
You have done your homework
It was a night lesson
Don't worry
There will be others.

Now you can ride back home
We don't need to cross the country
This was a short trip, a Kerouac trip.

You can talk with sign posts now
You can read Kerouac
Before you sleep.

Take your time
Be a good boy.

Hasan Ali Tokuqin
Istanbul/Turkey