Of the San Francisco beat boys
you were the favorite
Now they sit and rattle their bones
and think of their blood-stoned days
You chose your words from mouths of
babes got lost in the wood
The hip flask slinging madman, steaming cafe flirts
in Chinatown, howling at night
Lyrics from “Hey Jack Kerouac” by 10,000 Maniacs, 1987.
Photo by Rick Stachura. The lobby of 67 West Street in Greenpoint, Brooklyn. March 7, 2020.