Canto CCCLII

The most the Jazz bar patrons see of me
is when I slink outside with a bin bag,
loaded with plate scrapings and nappies.

Imagine if I ran in, lost my rag,
and freestyled beatnik poems to the squeal
of saxes high pitched as slaughterhouse pigs?

I doubt we’d recreate the birth of Howl,
it would only kick up a local stink.
Today’s jazz isn’t counter cultural

it’s just a pop commodity, like Punk…

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1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. peter litton
    Aug 17, 2012 @ 09:23:38

    Nowadays everybody wants a quiet life,a lot of the risk and edginess has gone from the arts and life in general. Political correctness rules. Even poetry unplugged lacks the dynamic quality it once had. Everything is bland, bland, bland, mainstream and bland.

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