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ummm booyah

In the Cabaret Voltaire

    smoke and music fill the air,

I see Jack and Neal sitting there

    in the corner.

 

Words fly as darts

    the art of men

Whose minds teeter on

    the edge of madness

 

Still more sane then I

 

But in the Cabaret Voltaire

   one would never dare

to mock or taunt

   For Andy and Lou and Byrne

(and Ginsberg too!) keep the crowds unruly

 

I see Dylan at the piano, humming a dirge

          (is it humming or harmonica?)

For his lost America

 

And there I am at the door

   of the Cabaret Voltaire

and i do not belong