6th Chorus

Джек Керуак
Fat girls
In red coats
With flap white out shoes

   Monstrous soldiers
   Stalk at dawn
Looking for whores
   And burning to eat up

Harried Mexican Laborers
   Become respectable
   In San Francisco
Carrying newspapers
Of culture burden
And packages of need
Walk sadly reluctant
   To work in dawn
Stalking with not cat
In the feel of their stride
  Touching to hide the sidewalk,
  Blackshiny lastnight parlor
  Shoes hitting the slippery
With hard slicky heels
   To slide & Fall:
      Breboac! Karrak!