Chorus #6

----and the streets of time & grime
without rhyme or dime, all crime,
in the blue sad bellows of Manhattan,
and old dirty black and orange-shit ships
with dirt white substructures,
and wharves of rusty junk, & barges,
and I felt Exuberant
I felt I was the only Perfect Man
in the World
The Brooklyn Bridge Blues


                                   ~By Jack Kerouac as found in The Book of Dharmas