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I rode down to the tracks.
Thinking that they might sing to me.
But they just stared back.
Broken, trainless and black as night.
Climbed out onto my roof.
So I'd be a poet in the night.
Beat the walls off my room.
I saw the big room that is this life.

This is my condition:
naked and hysterical,
reaching to grab a hand
that I just slapped back at.
This is my condition:
Desperate, alone, without an excuse.
I try to explain.
Christ, what's the use?

Read and I felt so small.
Some words keep speaking when you close the book.
Drank and just about smiled.
Then I remembered us in that bed.
Put my ear to the door.
I just heard hot rods and gunshots and sirens.
People kill me these days.
There's keys in their eyes but they lock from the inside.

This is my condition:
naked and hysterical,
reaching to grab a hand
that I just slapped back at.
This is my condition:
desperate, alone, without an excuse.
I try to explain.
Christ, what's the use?



Note: The sample in the outro is Jack Kerouac reading his own work on the Steve Allen show; that's Mr. Allen on piano in the background. The text from which Kerouac reads is in his book Lonesome Traveler. Specifically, the words are in the third section entitled "The Railroad Earth." In the Grove Press paperback edition, you can find them on pages 38 and 39.



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