This white city

 San Francisco Blues
Written in a rocking chair
 In the Cameo Hotel
  San Francisco Skid row
  Nineteen Fifty Four.


This pretty white city
On the other side of the country
 Will no longer be
 Available to me
 I saw heaven move
  Said "This is the End"
  Because I was tired
  of all that portend.

  And any time you need
     me

Call
    I'll be at the other
      end
 Waiting
      at the final hall


















Jack Kerouac
Book of Blues
  San Francisco Blues
  80th Chorus
Penguin, 1995©