Mexico City Blues - 127th Chorus by Jack Kerouac

Nobody knows the other side

of my house,

My corner where I was born,

dusty guitars

Of my tired little street where

with little feet

I beetled and I wheedled

with my sisters

And waited for afternoon sunfall

When I read the beggining of the chorus it makes me think of the childhood of a person, but it can be a sad or poor childhood as it says "nobody knows the other side of my house, my corner where I was born". Maybe it is a secret or something nobody could have ever imagined, he could have been born in a difficult situation. 

                                               And ma's to bring me back  

to supper mainline


Hum washing line tortillas
and beans,
That Honey Pure land,
of Mominu,


Where I lived a myriad
 kotis of millions
Of incalculable
be-aeons ago


When white while joyous
was also
Center of lake of light