And the Hippos Were Boiled in Their Tanks (for Ti Jean)
Subterranean, hobohemians & hep cats, burning up highways of light,
into the night-angel night, searching for their next soul vision prisms of rainbow light
prisoners of dark night,
speeding by with roadside cafes, hamburger joints, dime-a-dances.
Fleet of foot & wide-shouldered, crawling the kerb for new kicks beat mystics
tap tap tapping on dashboards
to crazy .
'Go-man-go',bop Jazz.
Crazy-man-crazy hitch-hiking saints & angels,
bedraggled & beat the gone ones
Furtive hipsters
in T-shirts & jeans, get with IT?
its got to be IT get IT
now....
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