Trip Trap by Jack Kerouac, Lew Welch and Albert Saijo
Horrible little book of 'poetry' that shows any garbage can be published if the right name is attached. This is marketed as haikus written on a cross country drive from SF to NY. There's about 40 pages of bad poetry that i'd be embarrassed to have my name associated and a few letters written from Saijo to Kerouac.
I've never known much about Saijo. He was in the SF beat scene in the early 60's but hasn't published anything in his own right and Welch is another scenester hanger-on who had a few poems published in anthologies, none of which were any good, before he walked into the Sierra Nevadas with a gun and disapeared.
Even for Kerouac die-hards (like me) i wouldn't recommend. No redeeming value here.