Laurence Overmire - Kerouac lyrics

Sounded the drum of his Spent generation Bobbity bomp bomp jazz me man On the road without a home War-orphaned Drifting through the pa**ing Years Nameless streets, forgotten bars Lampposts dripping on dark corners Hands to roll a cigarette Words and women dropping in and out Bottles to pour salvation Soothing fire In the cold flat of night Eyes open and close The music sa**y, blue Pounding Surprising rhythms Making it up Beat by beat As you go.