2nd Chorus

Джек Керуак
Line faced mustached
Black men with turned back
Army weathered brownhats
Stomp on by with bags
Of burlap & rue
Talking to secret
Companions with long hair
In the sidewalk
On 3rd Street
San Francisco
With the rain of exhaust
   Plicking in the mist
   You see in black
   Store doors—
   Petting trucks farting—
   Vastly city.