Poem of the day

Since I'm binge-posting, I might as well give the honor to Jack Kerouac. From his posthumous Book of Sketches (1952-1957):

"Subway Sensations"

Smell of burnt nuts
in the power of the
car & the aromatic
almond dusts of the tunnel--Growling
whine of the shurry
moveahead car as
it balls from one
station faster light-
flashing to another
till wasting the
brakes crash to
stop & the whine
amid knocks &

wheel bumps lowers, till
the stop, the doors,
the bump, the
restless churry churry
wurd wurd wurd of
the power as it waits
to resume--cars
swaying, vestibule sway-
ing--The switch point ta tap too boom
like a song crossing
another track on
bumpy parts of
track--The Mexico
cafeteria tile of
station walls-the
start-up again, the

growing whur of the
power to fly another
black halfmile with
smashing crossings of
posts & dark reel-
by of pipes, lights,
concrete curbs, darkness,
Egyptian mummy niches,
--till the station
again,
the "Quick
Relief Tums And
Indegestion" sign