Who was Jack Kerouac? Not just a soul breathing divine poetry
He was a legacy that will go along the coming centuries
Poems after poems will be written
Poets after poets will be born and express
Many American haikus will be published
Modern beats and acoustic has replaced old jazz music
Ink never dies
Wait a bit O arrow of time don’t burn these pages
Winds, dust, clinching rattling ghosts of Kerouac’s disciples
Write another poem just keep writing for heavens sake