Beatnik Dream

The Highwayman

The Wanderer

The Back door man

 

Hangin' loose down at the whiskey bar

 -throwing darts

  --shooting pool

 

Enthralling an audience of drunkards and girls with stories of years past

 

the men excited by the tales of debauchery 

 and excessive liquid indulgence

the girls enthralled by the romantic tales of adventure

 -greased up by the esoteric experience

 

Last call - last drink

Lights on, the music fades to silence

The night is still young

 

Armed with indulgences, they march on with 

intoxicated swagger

Past the firefly streetlamps in the fog

Into the abyss of dark alleyways

Fearless, careless, with their love for life

 

the beatnik never dies

the world merely ends, when for the last time

the beatnik closes his eyes

 

For to ponder and wonder

they wander to blunder