Pale white against the ghostly fog
Smoke curled for lack of oxygen
Black rim glasses hide, head bows
Conceal cool cat eyes of daddy-o
In dark, goatee, groomed and moody
Beret tilted down covers identity
Captures blues wrapped in a sax
Brown paper bags cover booze
Jazz releases notes unknown to claps
Fingers snap approval to the poets
silence
Something to be trusted no matter
what
Underworld shadows gather dust
A secret spot built on a fog bank
conjured up
On a dingy dream found five steps
down
A hideaway ten degrees below zero
and counting
Leading beyond all cafe dive
boundaries
Cold nights survive on hanging tunes
College degrees wall to wall leave
hollow marks
Jive time turkeys hold on to hot tea
instead
Twilight characters friendly as
death reset
Step down in reality to displease
history
Bass man puffs his last cigarette
Joint smokers fill up the cavern
Underworld types gather with germs
abounding
Fallen ash in trays lose attention
Coffee stains on tables remain
Stale as bread half consumed
Down and dirty with the blues
Tinted in a melancholy stench
Night life rises numb, basement
ready
Dim lights permeate the senses
Lays waste to the alley cat man
Smoke rises in a trance to swoon
Turtle necks hold stiff men intact
A band doing hourly sessions Jam
Bass players hammer out shadows
Discord is all that matters
To mimic politics, smoke marijuana
The attraction of the day is on the
menu
Curse words say it all
Snap and double snap poetry
incognito
Verses flow like painted butter on
walls
On melted atomic babies breath
powdered bottom
For war, use the toilets next door
on the right
Bullets are the flavor of the day
The favorite flavor after blanks
Matchstick men in bazooka suits
flirt
The moon turns supersonic jello cold
Elephant dancers run wild man
Suspicious of pigs who shoot first
Ask questions about bacon later
Snap daddy snap on beatnik back
Cool cats know squares from pigs
Cubes are abstractions of night
sticks
Never mix with visions of gas lamps
It is a gas man, can you dig it