Kerouac’s Ghost

Kerouac’s Ghost
The wind’s got a howl, yeah, like Kerouac’s ghost,
Blowing through the alleys where lovers get lost,
Autumn rolls in, all cool jazz and slow burn,
Summer’s old news, man, just another turn,
And I’m finding love in the fade, digging the cost.

Leaves drop heavy, like old poems we tossed,
Crimson and gold, they twist in the frost,
We walk through the smoke of the season’s last breath,
Talkin’ ‘bout life, talkin’ ‘bout death,
And love’s in the air, baby, wild and embossed.

A sip of cold rain, a drag of crisp air,
Man, we’re alive, yeah, we’re bare.
The days get shorter, but the fire’s still lit,
In every step, in every bit,
Of change that hums like some forgotten prayer.

The nights stretch out, like a road with no end,
And in your eyes, I see it, man, we transcend.
The summer’s gone, but we’re just gettin’ clear,
Fall’s got a rhythm that pulls us near,
We find love in the change, in every corner we bend.