ZEN ANYWHERE NEW JERSEY

 

That limo service to JFK

has to pass through Jersey turnpike madness

a sign for Florence, Burlington

not Italy; not Vermont—just Jersey baby.

 

The turnpike zips along

Cash users keep right;  EZ pass veer right;

a minimal mindfuck; serious clusterfuck.

 

Abandoned silo; powerlines galore

haunt the naked passageway

“Roadway divides 100 feet

Like an imaginary Mason-Dixon line;

Joint base MDL—almost legal state.

 

Streams of vans & rigs speeding bullets

penetrating the garden state deeply

No road stop required, sorry Joyce

Shore points enticing but warmer waters await

& which six flags fly at Hamilton anyway.

 

I’m seeing Stars & Stripes on overpass

But the Boss left Freehold years ago

for all the glitter of Broadway

Colored leaves on remaining trees

Amerihealth to the right

Reduce speed soul congestion ahead

 

A Target on Rutgers U

Just a blur of concrete, asphalt street signs

Lanes shifting; shoulders closing

Atlas couldn’t shrug Jersey off

and Grover honored with a piss stop.

 

I spy a loadless trucker

& a smashed car off the the side

We need Exit 13 to Goethals

HOV not HIV after the bottleneck

& this Zen anywhere New Jersery daydream

can mercifully be brought to an end.

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is dedicated to Allen Ginsberg with a nod to Arthur Rimbaud.  I wrote this on a Dave's Limo ride up to JFK airport.  I was simply observing the passing scenery as we rode the New Jersey Turnpike from Pennsylvania to the Goethals Bridge.  The title is a play on a passage from Ginsberg's poem "Howl".

allets's picture

Okay

Now, I have to go dig out my copy of Howl. That's got Sunflower Sutra in it, I think. S'been a while - decades...slc


 

 

georgeschaefer's picture

Good old Allen Ginsberg. 

Good old Allen Ginsberg.  Yeah, he was a huge early influence on my writing and I continue to appreciate his work to this day.  Hope you dig it out.  It still has a lot of resonance.