Any thoughts about this poem?

Question:Beat

Kerouac looks rough in front of the camera,
his blue eyes are smoked with bloody decay,
oblivious to the burning questions fired from tongues
through a mike to the stage where he sits
missing out on half the jokes.
He chokes on the lumpy air in his mouth,
screws up his sentences and eats a heavy cigar,
chews mouthfuls of unsalted words into paste
and spits them out on the floor at his feet
then looks up the roof
without smiling.

In the car park
leaves are turning to mud,
it's late fall, 1968.

Best Answer - Chosen by Asker: Beat

Kerouac looks rough in front of the camera,
his blue eyes are smoked with bloody decay,
oblivious to the burning questions fired from tongues
through a mike to the stage where he sits
missing out on half the jokes.
He chokes on the lumpy air in his mouth,
screws up his sentences and eats a heavy cigar,
chews mouthfuls of unsalted words into paste
and spits them out on the floor at his feet
then looks up the roof
without smiling.

In the car park
leaves are turning to mud,
it's late fall, 1968.

This I like. The third line seemed long but rereading, it seemed to flow. Here is to lumpy air and unsalted words.

Heavy man

yer i dig it.

It's good it made me feel.....uncomfortable..... but i felt it.

It sounds even better than when I first saw it.

Really liked the imagery at the end (last three lines), almost haiku-like in their seeming irrelevance yet strong power.

I think you got Kerouac, in his later years, quite well. Not that I knew him of course.