when daybreak came
I was the first to wake up
battered unhinged
with the great cloud of Metropolitan New York
rising before us
in and washed
we jumped
through the Lincoln tunnel
oh damn
it was only the beginning
pitched
among the pots and pans
sprawled on the floor
four thousand miles withdrew
to a dark corner
This is an erasure poem using words found on page 117 of On The Road by Jack Kerouac
This is an erasure poem using words found on page 117 of On The Road by Jack Kerouac