18th Chorus

Джек Керуак
   I came a wearyin
   From eastern hills;
Yonder Nabathacaque recessit
The eastward to Aurora rolls,
Somewhere West of Idalia
Or east of Klamath Falls,
One—Lost a blackhaired
    Woman with thin feet
    And red bag hangin
    Who usta walk
        Down Arapahoe Street
    In Denver
     And made all the
        cabbies cry
    And drugstore ponies
    Eating pool in Remsac's
    Sob, to See so Lovely
    All the Time
       And all so Tight
       And young.