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and now its jazz.. [a tribute to Jack Kerouac]

and now its jazz, Dean and I spilling out of a Kansas City roadhouse
into the half-naked streets of sanguine America.
Be-bop bop, wild clammering chords rising from a bar,
where a wrangler and his doll are jitterbugging and bopping,
now the war had gone, and the girls all apple-pie and looking for new promise were in from dusty backwoods barns hoping to meet a guy versed in the new language of enterprise.
And the boys from the railroad could only look on, starved for attention, they would leave late into the empty negro streets, a lost generation left to run the nation's boxcars.
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Posted: Mar 5
About this poem:
Alright you miserabilists, had enough of self-piteous poems for this week, suns out, I'm having a beer and there's no COVID for miles, fluffy white clouds here brothers and sisters.
Here's something I wrote to emulate the Kerouac style if you have ever read him, and draws on some of his classic themes.

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I like ur style with this tribute well writtenhug
lovecanberealonline today!
The "big three" of the Beat Generation: Kerouac, Ginsberg, Burroughs. (Of course, there were many others). Does any Current Generation have the Spirit to buck, refuse and ignore The System? I hope a few of them do - it may be their Only Hope.....

Nice tribute.....thumbs up
Oceanzestonline today!
Thankyou shadow1950 and lovecanbereal, yes have enjoyed the Beats and you are right I wonder about the appetite to be truly non-conformist with the current generation, perhaps there is less constricting morals to rebel against. confused
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