WALLS

Four beige walls Streaked with yellow tar Of too many smokes Kerouac waiting with Brautigan on shelf Once the mongrel beat Long forgotten And the jazz plays cymbals taps flare Chaka boom chaka boom chaka boom While 88's like crystal wail To the beat baby babe To the beat On the road to desolation The vision spoke Looking through doorways at mountains The jack,man, the jack Had this feel,ya'know This running flow like jazz Keeps coming alive Chaka boom Can't you feel it Miles swings down dig Walls that stain the darkness THE TOKYO-MONTANA EXPRESS We're all up on desolation Lookin' down