Book of Blues by Jack Kerouac

hoss and head
    for ole Mexico)
    Joe, aint you my buddy thee?
    And stay by me, when I fall & die
    In the apricot field
    And you, blue moon, what you doon
    Shining in the sky
    With a glass of port wine
    In your eye
    â€”Ladies, let fall your drapes
    and we’ll have an evening
    of interesting rapes
    inneresting rapes

21ST CHORUS
    Let fall the interesting fall
    And I lie and be as I be
    He stayed up in my case
    for quite awhile
    Tremendous pace—He was
    A petty thief or he’d sell junk
    One or the other
    I did my best to keep him from
    selling junk
    French fag from Montreal
    Hid the capsules up his ass
    And took em out in a restaurant
    On Broadway and Ninety Sixth
    And I went to Eighty Sixth
    Those girls hit up on me
    â€œMan is here!”
    And I bought four more caps
    And the fag went home with a girl
    What a beautiful shape
    that woman had

22ND CHORUS
    Ha well dear and Ah Men
    The wee girl that was comin again
    She was for the books
    The Ursula plea
    That I could not take
    O you better baike
    O you better bake
    A better cake than this
    O you better Miss
    Yes you better miss
    When the thing never will kwiss
    O sweetheart and okay
    Here’s hopin we’ll all be away
    It was great fun
    But it was just one a
    those tings

23RD CHORUS
    Dom dum dom domry
    Dom—dom—hahem—
    Sum—(creeeeee!)—Hnf—
    Shh—Hnf—Shh—Haf
    Shhh—Shhh—Hiffff—
    â€”Ma—
    Snffff—(bing bring, se ting)
    â€”“Yo conee na nache”—
    D ding—d ding—d-ding—
    Cramp!—O ya ta dee
    â€”ker blum—kheum—
    Hnffff—drrrrrrrr—drosh—
    Pepock—Sniffle—t bda—
    Want a piece a bread
    No
    Jack? Hnff—Ta ra ta ra fuee
    â€”Te wa ta ra teur—
    Grrr—he na pa powa shetaw—
    Tck tick tick Today is Sunday

24TH CHORUS
    Eternally the lightning runs
    Through form after form formless
    In positive and negative repose
    It makes no difference that your uncle
    Was black with sufferance & bile,
    The whild childscriming skies will
    Always be the muchacho same
    Much words been written about it
    The message from infinite
    That will be was brought to us
    Is one
    But because it has no name
    We can only call it Bibit
    â€œIt was Liebernaut who had
    the dream of uncovering Carthage”
    The snow in the sea mountains

25TH CHORUS
    In Egypt under rosebushes
    Fifi’s fruits & sweets
    My Egyptian connection’s
    Gonna be late, the conductor
    Wouldnt take my change
    The Egyptian conductor
    Wouldnt nod
    Sandalwood and piss and pulque
    Burning in every door,
    Mighty Marabuda River
    Flows along
    Sampans and river thieves
    And woodsplitters and blind
    Thieves’ Markets & imbeciles
    â€œSee Milan and see the world”
    Heppatity the twat kid
    Hatted by the racetrack
    Horses’ moon barns
    spun on a gibbee
    For lying alone

26TH CHORUS
    My poems were stolen
    by Fellaheen Thieves
    In the city of the midnight
    The title was “Fellaheen Blues”
    And justice is done to Rome
    I’ll never see them again
    Learn what sweet development
    I’d harbored up to meditate
    All’s left now
    is these hateful
    New Fallaheen Blues
    which mean nothing
    and I hate them
    In the other book I cried
    Ah-da Ah-da
    the parturient spinsters
    that prate i the dining hill
    Are having blue venison
    To goose their old hyms
    Og

27TH CHORUS
    But I’ll tell you—electricity
    Runs through all these forms
    And we call it electricity
    And notice the forms
    But what’s hoppen in nothin
    Is wha hoppen in nothin
    See?
    The butchers a de Bronx
    Ourter now dat
    â€”the late night tweed diners
    Italian restaurants on Bleecker
    that sing in the staring blue street
    with cigarettes of legs
    Ourter know dat
    The wild outflow wow open
    O gate of golden honey
    Hopin hill up above
    And below & within
    The kin, aye, my,
    What a roseate balloon
    For lovers of kin

28TH CHORUS
    Part of the morning stars
    The moon and the mail
    The