Of the Beautiful Alene Lee
Aug01

Of the Beautiful Alene Lee

It was Paradise Alley so long ago In the alphabet downtown east Lived a subterranean in clouds of strong dark tea By the name of Alene Lee San Fran or New York City Names, places changed but ‘tis the same Heavenly Lane and hipster games Pillow talk and pushcart walks Of the beautiful Alene Lee Of the beautiful Alene Lee He was young and drunk and jazzed She younger and cool and sweet High cheekbones and velvet slacks She was brown and...

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Fracas is a Bar
Jul27

Fracas is a Bar

Fracas is a bar I live not far Oh, the place is full of history Involving many a cop and car A big melee comes to memory About the night Of the smashing fist fight In the parking lot And not a little but a lot From near and yon two hundred folks Online zine screamed and spoke The place shut down With nary a frown But soon reopened Sharply spoken About hush-hush dollars And boy, folks hollered Things calmed down In the town But now new...

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Big Bill Bio
Jun22

Big Bill Bio

My brow furrows As I check out big, big book on Burroughs This bio is certainly thorough Old wild American Bill Lee Burroughs Miles and miles Pages and pages It will take ages and ages Bill a mad gray hombre of interest Put life to the testiest test An individual Who jumped through no hoops But walked a strange path of his own In an age of political tyranny Enslavement to government Regulations, restrictions, interference, taxes, and...

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Gangsters in the Cadillac
Jun12

Gangsters in the Cadillac

Big beautiful black 47 Cadillac limo to Chicago i Dreamboat in the fast American night Ball the jack all the whitewall way Zooming steady 110 Car thief 500 Speedometer breaks Coyote Nowhere Nebraska Iowa Angel of Terror Fender cracked . . . bender Rods gone “I can’t stand it any more, I can’t look.” Down on the floor of racing horrors Fears of crash Hid in backseat Chicaga Muddy heap Unrecognizable Broken boat Time to get out — fast...

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Shack on the Beach
May14

Shack on the Beach

Sold the house To escape isolated hell of suburbs i Old sour Manhattan ii Beckons no more Cupcake Manhattan No soul Now what? Interior decorated retirement Florida? iii All I want is a shack on the beach Peace And a sweet juicy peach To be a sort of sea beatnik iv Nay, “I am not a beatnik. I am a Catholic.” v i Johnson, Joyce. The Voice Is All: The Lonely Victory of Jack Kerouac. (New York: Penguin Books, 2012). ii Kerouac, Jack....

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Anita Sings in Black Hat and White Feathers
Apr15

Anita Sings in Black Hat and White Feathers

“They went into Anita O’Day’s club and there unpacked and played till nine o’clock in the morning.” i Singer’s singer nightingale Belle’s voice clearly sailed Scat scatting dress flounces Jazzy gal bouncy bounces Uptown rhythm Off the Beat Ahead of the beat Behind the beat Tapping feet Hip club cool heat Down Beat noted Belle totted Gene drummed Roy thumbed Horn taboo Improv cool Newport Jazz breezy money July day sweet as honey,...

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Doctor William S. Sax and Bird of Paradise
Apr09

Doctor William S. Sax and Bird of Paradise

Doctor William S. Sax and Bird of Paradise Faust Part Three Sad Catholic childhood as dark nuns weep in rain i And Saint Thérèse turns her head Vanilla pudding and snow swirls dust Milk Street ii Brown banks of Merrimac muck And child ghosts and fantasy Sax hides in darkness (Round Midnight) The Shadow Under porches Count Condu below evil Castle Castle Hill, Snake Hill Fury river roars white horses of the apocalypse Nightmares and...

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Young Charlie Parker
Apr01

Young Charlie Parker

“All you need is one person in your whole life to really be listening.” i Young Charlie Parker Lester Young, Charlie Parker Chu Berry, berry, young Charlie Parker Charlie Parker from Kansas City The swingiest, stompingest this land’s city Shoot’em up cowboy city Gangster city Nighttime city Charlie original Charlie natural And they once laughed him off the bandstand And that broke his heart But he hoboed out In the last years of the...

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