Tuesday Poem

Jack Kerouac

And when you showed me Brooklyn Bridge
in the morning
Ah God,

And the people slipping on ice in the street
two different people
came over, goin to work,
so earnest and tryful,
clutching their pitiful
morning Daily News
slip on the ice & fall
both inside 5 minutes
I cried and cried

That’s when you taught me tears, Ah
God in the morning,
Ah Thee

And me leaning on the lamppost wiping
nobody’s know I cried
or woulda cared anyway
but O I saw my father
and my grandmother’s mother
and the long lines of chairs
and tear-sitters and dead,
Ah me, I knew God You
had better plans than that

So whatever plan you have for me
Splitter of majesty
Make it short
Make it snappy
and bring me home to Eternal Mother

At your service anyway,
(and until)

from: Kerouac – Pomes All Sizes; City Lights Books, 1992