Here you will find the Poem Hitchhiker of poet Jack Kerouac
'Tryna get to sunny Californy' - Boom. It's the awful raincoat making me look like a selfdefeated self-murdering imaginary gangster, an idiot in a rueful coat, how can they understand my damp packs - my mud packs - ?Look John, a hitchhiker' ?He looks like he's got a gun underneath that I. R. A. coat' 'Look Fred, that man by the road' ?Some sexfiend got in print in 1938 in Sex Magazine' ? ?You found his blue corpse in a greenshade edition, with axe blots'
