Allen Ginsberg - In The Back Of The Real lyrics

Railroad yard in San Jose I wandered desolate In front of a tank factory And sat on a bench Near the switchman's shack A flower lay on the hay on The asphalt highway --the dread hay flower I thought--It had a Brittle black stem and Corolla of yellowish dirty Spikes like Jesus' inchlong Crown, and a soiled Dry center cotton tuft Like a used shaving brush That's been lying under The garage for a year Yellow, yellow flower, and Flower of industry Tough spiky ugly flower Flower nonetheless With the form of the great yellow Rose in your brain! This is the flower of the World