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Poems by Tony Moffeit
Blues For Jack Kerouac
hey, jack kerouac, the night is still jumpin
pumpin with your blood ready to let go
with a mean ole lonesome solo somethin like
hey baby not enough night like jack said
not enough dark not enough blues not enough
jazz not enough hornblast not enough voiceblast
not enough soulblast let me sing let me howl
let me cry an ole beat bluesy blues of bad
gasoline and beat neon streets some kinda ole
hotel smelling like enchiladas with beat
senoritas asking for neal or new orleans
street calls of oysters and alligator sausage
and mussels in the air old conjure men in
the shadows throwing hexes the ghost of jack
in an old raincoat snaking down bourbon street
like, man, it's superlative like i came and
i went i was here there everywhere like i was
a gone cat hey there, jack kerouac, hepcat
bopman conjurer of the saxwords bop the rebop
jack rebop the skeebop doodly boppin shebop
shbop shbam shboom like can you dig the groove
latenight poker games the risks the stakes
the bluffs the bets play out the hand jack
with your riverboat gambler veins stripjoint
juju anywhere you can find the beat the beat
the beat bop the beat jack all reet beatman
i want a slow blues in a rockin groove
baby, be cool baby, be cool baby baby the
unconfrontable cool so cool natural born cool
heat wave kinda cool barstool kinda cool
backalley kinda cool don't need nothin
kinda cool sippin whiskey kinda cool sippin
coffee kinda cool jetstream kinda cool
bopdance kinda cool fingersnappin kinda cool
long gone ride on kinda cool all cool all blue
all cool all blue all cool all blue all cool
©Tony Moffeit
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