K is for Jack Kerouac
"I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up
running from one falling star to another till I drop.
This is the night, what it does to you.
I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion."
running from one falling star to another till I drop.
This is the night, what it does to you.
I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion."
For the beat generation,
on the road.