mexico city blues

[ 127th Chorus ]


Nobody knows the other side
    of my house,
My corner where I was born,
    dusty guitars
Of my tired little street where
     with little feet
I beetled and I wheedled
     with my sisters
And waited for afternoon sunfall
     call a kids
And ma's to bring me back
     to supper mainline
Hum washing line tortillas
     and beans,
That Honey Pure land,
     of Mominu,
Where I lived a myriad
     kotis of millions
Of incalculable
     be-aeons ago
When white while joyous
    was also
Center of lake of light


Jack Kerouac, 1959; Mexico City Blues


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