Beatnik Snaps

Beatnik Snaps Onomatopoeia-topia (poet sits on a stool in the café and begins) I could onomatopoeia all day daddio With cool sounds in the iambic pandemics sphere out there. “Far out man…far out… Onomatopoeia all the way” (The crowd shouts and snaps fingers in approval.) On the down winds jive below slow jazz notes I go Goatee Joe eats the avocado on the down and low Basements bottomless souls measured tuna outlet cries out The bongo boys drag on the joint while munching on the tacos loco Cigarette smoke lays down a cloud…talks to the humming bird Laying down some heavy tones to the bones with the smooth sax Cats calling in the alley way cruising on the cat nip trip Waiting on a little miss kitty called Pussy Meow She’s a no show Joe. Man, that’s no way to go. In the wild thick woods of words working on his behalf The half past 1952 Johnny, goes marching home Alone down Bluesville Avenue in a zoot suit out back Jack Slick black jacket looking for some chicks on the beatnik clicks Snap! Notes raining down on the sax as some jive time chumps Get busted by some jive time cop Flat foot flopping down the street with some flat foot beef to pound Drowned on pounding grounds outside Down in the drip drop flop of day….Grazing on the rain. “Shows over Jack and Jill.” “It’s been a thrill.” (More finger snaps from the beatnik crowd) Debaucheries Departure Sooner or later we gotta blow this café gig…..Dig? Slurred speech measured beats by bongo boys bid a retreat In matters like this …..tipping matters….and meter matters…My meters dry man. We tapped out our tab long ago so….One last drink! What’s your poison my onomatopoeia friend?…He retorts; “You’re right.” “ I don’t want to pay it either”…. but we gotta get out of this joint. What kind of iambic pandemics beatnik friend do you think I am? In deed briated with liquid libations I guess….. (Snaps)