jack tangos with #45

when jack wrote on the road

i think his main objective was to break

taboos that kept this country on sexual 

lockdown  since puritans

wrote the nation's morals with fire and brimstone

and a scarlet A.   the legend that follows

 the hippie's bible rarely reflects its author,

who died married, broke and drunk just down

the street , stuck in a living room watching

walter cronkite read the news

 about places he'd rather

forget.  sort of like america, sort of like dreams

that took a month off in the summer to find themselves

and never came back. but

it accomplished the mission, the revolution happened

because someone invented the birth control pill

baby, and free love was this year's blond.

nothing, ever, lives up to the hype.

 just ask  45th who got what he wanted 

at the moment and now gotta live with 

what good is being king when you can't

play a round of golf at your club when you want to

can't ever drive a car again, can't play a game of pool

for chrissake at the flamingo , where your buddies who

 traveled across america with you, your buddies

who picked you up off the curb in denver and 

again in new york after she kicked you there

for a good reason you laughed about with dean and all of them 

when you got a good drink in your belly

your buddies 

gotta go through security invented by the nazis

to party with you and speaking of parties when you're king

you can't do the stuff you once did as private person no

there's eyes on you all the time, all the time asking king 

king what will we do about this and king king 

what do you think about that and you TELL them and

and 

they shun you. they shun you and forget about you 

  sitting alone in your gilded living room

watching cable news and tweeting your aubade
 into the darkness just before dawn.