Snap Jazz Beat and Bongo

I channel Jack and Allen pretendin’

Writin’ poems for a misty cloud of beatnik bums

Clickin’ fingers to the Boom Boom

of slaughtered Kerouac bongos

and lopsided Ginsberg fantasy

I ain’t no hipster magistrate

Some pretend creature in Japhy flannel

All red and black plaid and sewn

With delicate Chinese stiching

And middleclass dollar signs

I ain’t no Beat

I wish I was.