Any Young Place

And there was a beat to it then, you know? the type you couldn’t place; and you handed in your coat and soul, when you stepped into the room And in the rush to get higher than Eifel, cooler than ice, we jumped and ducked to the sax’s sound and the drum's almighty swell, with urgent steady feet; a bruising cruising, poetic musing, shattered tattoo from hell and the blustering, crazy, hazy, wild hip-hop, jazz-filled headless chicken- room, bounced outside over the garbaged, twilight, “buddy give a dime,” neon signed, lunar-crooner heaven’s spooner, zip-zap smoking moon, and the blue-jeaned devil’s, mighty revels shot the black heart, jump start, bouncing, trouncing, blue-veined sweating night. And there was a beat to it then, you know?