I meditate
On Bob Dylan’s voice
Of barbed-wire truth
And eyes of mystic blue.
Joan Baez said,
“Listen, God, look closely
after him. He’s more fragile
than most people.”
Allen Ginsberg cried
When he heard
A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall.
But Jack Kerouac
Was lost in an alcoholic haze
In the lonely night
Praying silently to his brother Gerard
In an empty New England church.
America’s two greatest poetic gypsies
never met.
Uriah Hamilton
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bob-dylan-never-met-jack-kerouac/
