Home

For a lifetime now
Kerouac's Road
has been my home.
The cold hard concrete
where I rest my weary head.
The burning asphalt
where I lay down to die.

I'm yearning, aching,
to find rest,
to find peace
somewhere these old bones
can lie down for
one
warm night.

Wrap me up in
the old haggard ghosts
of the past.
I want the solace
their arms provide.

Light, breathe life into me.
Fill my veins.
Make this gilded heart
live
again.
"A heart that's made of gold
can't really beat at all."

Love take me home,
hold me in your breast
once more.
Welcome me home.
Kiss me to sleep
one
more
time.