Night Highway 99
“We’re on our way man out of town go hitching down Night Highway 99” *** Under the hills where black bird kills like vultures looking for food it’s too cold to die I’ll give it back I’ll give it back I’ll give it back to you Subject to enemy caffeine scar Moon Tar that highway 99 with an attachment to nicotine it’s 6 am we’re moonlight poets looking for food black coffee burned cigarette turn I think that blind man is eyeing me
I’ll give it back I’ll give it back I’ll give it back to you… While the moon is looking down the sun is looking up I’m all choked up Highway 99 Hemingway returns with a typewriter burn and no fixation for death while the sunflower sun is hard on her skin I’m sinking in all the way to the sea It’s too cold to die in a black moon morning that comes right up and sits on my sleave I’ll give it back I’ll give it back I’ll give it back to you… ***Gary Snyder night highway ninety-nine copyright 1962