Beat By Scott Rorrison

A poem about poet’s daddy-o:

To be of a different time, a different place, Mingling with a superior race.......     Beatific, sub cultural forms of expressionism. The cool, soft blue vibes of Jazz breeze into the city night,     Dean Moriarty’s a hustler in flight. Just GO, GO, GO,     Those tenermen sure do BLOW, BLOW, BLLLOOOOOW! Man, where’s the party at?     Back at Ginsberg’s flat, At least that’s where Moriarty’s at     Or is it Cassidy? Kerouac’s writing on speed again, Spontaneity, open emotion     Bohemian ecstatic epicurean, Let’s gun it to the ocean.

Copyright Scott Rorrison 2007

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