On the road we travel
aimlessly to find
what we never have been
looking for.
The rhythm of a breaking
engine — ca-chunk ca-chunk ca-chunk
make me tap that
knee – she giggles (who’s she?)
On the road we travel
aimlessly to find
another vehicle
or maybe stay.
I take the chick (what’s her name?)
to that motel room
where we smoke and laugh
at the tangerine clouds
and a purple sun —
setting in a dirty sink.
I dig her.
She’ll leave – I think (what’s her name?)
to get a job as waitress.
But I have some friends further on.
On the road we travel
aimlessly to find
a friend I think I know
where we can crash
The smooth sound – bzzzz
of that car we borrowed
lack the rhythm of the
clunker that we left.
But I dig it.
On the road
Jack’s bag from Wikimedia Commons
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A second entry – clearly inspired by Jack Kerouac’s book “On the Road”.
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October 17, 2013
Björn Rudbergs writings 
I love the way beat poets use cars as vehicles for their poems, just a means to an end and you captured that. I dig it. Purposefully aimless, and what’s her name? V clever Bjorn!
Thank you.. yes the beat poets looked at women in a way I wanted to capture.
When I was a high school student, I had a teacher who loved Kerouac and made us read extracts from “On The Road”. Your poem has just sent me back to those years.
I read it a few years ago.. so i still recall it…
Love how you tapped into the lingo of the era. Thank you for the journey.
It was fun.. and that’s what I recall from the book..
now what’s this… everyone going for a second one…smiles… very cool..ha… the road…it has its own laws and spell… def. very kerouac..but really… you should try to remember her name…smiles
Not sure Jack did that… there where lot’s of nameless girls if I recall correctly.
You got it right again. Love the rucksack picture.
The fame resulting from this book seemed to change him and his attitude and anger. I read that somewhere.
we travel to find a firend and our lines cross if only for a short time and then we are on to find our way along where ever it takes us…a place to crash, a warm meal & on & on & on….
I ned to dig out that book. Meanwhile, I’ll dig your second round – you dig? 🙂
Yep, ‘on the road’ with Jack Kerouac. I dig it too! Smiles.
Some mirthful tone here……2nd brilliant idea.. Should get attached to this inspirations too this days!!!! Thanks for this write
love the ca-chunk ca-chunk bit. Really get the feel of it.
This does capture the feel of the beat generation. Well, what I believe is the feel since I did not experience it.
Very cool…you captured it beautifully!
Oh I do dig this Björn. I can remember the casualness of some ‘friendships’ in my early-to-mid teens, how we drifted in and out of each others lives and how we thought we were so cool.
I used to ‘hang around’ the bowling alley then – didn’t go there to play bowls – and it was safe to go there alone for if you didn’t go with a friend you were certain to have made one before you left.
There was something good and innocent about those days. I am certain there was ‘bad’ too although I can’t recall experiencing it.
Anna :o]
You got the beat, you got the language, and you got the girl – what else could you want?! (a little footnote – diction wise – “further” in English is degree (as he took the argument further) but distance is
“farther”.)
Another great poem!
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“knee – she giggles (who’s she?)”
That question really caught my attention. Great beat!
Very cool. Like the beat you created here.