wrote the book
Posted: December 2nd, 2011, 4:10 am
I wrote the book, because
we are all going to die
The book wrote in the sound track of Jack's voice
jazz notes drift down avenue
like Apache tears of "the Mad ones"
through a howl of whiskey colored rain
we happen to the happening to the hep cats
the beat drinking the drunk in the drank ones
hep hopping pop bebop rip a zag hey rebop
I wrote the book of neon nights peyote glow
on the road playing in my psychedelic soul
beyond bandit Buddha's and revolution Jesus
the book of the dead...we are all going to die
call it golden eternity when the poets
come home at the end of time & railroad track
in serpent alley tongues in Mexico or Frisco
where a Kerouac or a Dharma Bum come
wrote the book of the cool shadows folding
a Jack we are all belonging
because we are poor because jazz comes
from Africa because riding the rails we are
all riding the nails and hail mary bloody harry
keep the jumpin sound clicking clacking
that drunken loose free flow blow horns
listen to the birds monks dizzy parker
all those roads to the future has
spoken the wise talkin chiefs have walked across
the lands on the land this land born freedom roads
hanging down at the book of the beaten vision bar
drinkin a beer pop a bennie flip a penny of miracle
wrote the book, we all gonna die jack, hand of 8's
we are all going to die
The book wrote in the sound track of Jack's voice
jazz notes drift down avenue
like Apache tears of "the Mad ones"
through a howl of whiskey colored rain
we happen to the happening to the hep cats
the beat drinking the drunk in the drank ones
hep hopping pop bebop rip a zag hey rebop
I wrote the book of neon nights peyote glow
on the road playing in my psychedelic soul
beyond bandit Buddha's and revolution Jesus
the book of the dead...we are all going to die
call it golden eternity when the poets
come home at the end of time & railroad track
in serpent alley tongues in Mexico or Frisco
where a Kerouac or a Dharma Bum come
wrote the book of the cool shadows folding
a Jack we are all belonging
because we are poor because jazz comes
from Africa because riding the rails we are
all riding the nails and hail mary bloody harry
keep the jumpin sound clicking clacking
that drunken loose free flow blow horns
listen to the birds monks dizzy parker
all those roads to the future has
spoken the wise talkin chiefs have walked across
the lands on the land this land born freedom roads
hanging down at the book of the beaten vision bar
drinkin a beer pop a bennie flip a penny of miracle
wrote the book, we all gonna die jack, hand of 8's
