Beatnik Cool

 

I am Beatnik cool

I walk in the rhythm

of my essence

I rhyme

by my style of dress

I jet

I punk out with a chocolate beret

and condemn myself to

the Dunhill smoke-filled

cafes posing as one fit for a

Queen

I misspeak my tea for Ginsberg

instead of ginseng

My tempo meshes with my exposure

of the Jack Kerouac novel

that keeps me searching for a phone

and a turntable

hoping to only visit once

Beatnik Cool

When I spit

it is swallowed by the patrons

of the Blue Danube

And I spit

in perfect formation

And I am King

And my tempo fades out to

applause and admiration

And as I exit the forum

I detect the burn of Benson & Hedges

providing me with dialogue for a

new script

I check myself with an opening

to page 113

that will put me On The Road again

My beret will then be tucked away

in my back pocket

until the next destination

Raspberry

Reviews

[Jack Inthebox]

I like this, a longer review when I am no9t tired.