Jack Kerouac's grave <br />I almost died of alcoholism <br />Tuff but real people <br />The east coast never lets go <br /> <br />Midnight brings larks of strangers <br />Sheep on the eastern hills <br />Ophir winds calm like rain <br />The gentle sound of rain <br /> <br />Maples of Vermont burn like passion <br />Maine is a festival of beauty <br />We are the tramps of Springsteen <br />College campus of thunder <br /> <br />We gather rectitude <br />Pander and parley with peace <br />Commonwealth of old church democracy <br />See the stained glass in sunlight <br /> <br />Second and third revolutions <br />Concord poets <br />Individuality <br />American dream and central park <br /> <br />Roads in the steep mountains <br />Quiet parish steeples <br />Old towns <br />Oak trees when grandma cooked <br /> <br />Park benches by the old pond <br />Schools of red brick <br />New England clouds <br />I will never leave your squares <br /> <br />Rain on the blurred window glass <br />Lilacs like an impressionist painting <br />Fog from the sea <br />Shells left from the tide <br /> <br />Coffee that wakes you up <br />Buildings of concrete forests <br />All night bars <br />Women that dress for men <br /> <br />New York City always watches <br />Wharfs and lobster rolls <br />Lighthouses <br />Dunkin Donuts<br /><br />Joseph Narusiewicz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dunkin-donut/
