I meditate <br />On Bob Dylan’s voice <br />Of barbed-wire truth <br />And eyes of mystic blue. <br />Joan Baez said, <br />“Listen, God, look closely <br />after him. He’s more fragile <br />than most people.” <br />Allen Ginsberg cried <br />When he heard <br />A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall. <br /> <br />But Jack Kerouac <br />Was lost in an alcoholic haze <br />In the lonely night <br />Praying silently to his brother Gerard <br />In an empty New England church. <br />America’s two greatest poetic gypsies <br /> never met.<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bob-dylan-never-met-jack-kerouac/
