DERANGEMENT OF
THE SENSES, AGAIN?
Who says that and so what? Run the streets with
all the best - Baudelaire, Verlaine, Rimbaud,
Drunken Boat and all the rest. Contentious
cattlemen and guys running west. Hey, how
you want to put this down?
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Streetlife Serenade? Some Billy Joel
microscope wearing a cereal box hat,
clowns of the hinterlands on 21st Street,
the rafts of the dead in the Chelsea Hotel,
comedy clubs and the El Quixote bar?
Preferred seating for fags and gophers?
Ladies of the streaming night and entrance?
Some Andy Warhol denizens - in through
the back door's secluded lobby.
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We came late, and we left early. That
big Lincoln out front with the suicide
doors, just like Kennedy's ride the day
he was shot. What's any of that but
another way of dying. It's all OK, the
scat singers say. Jazz was never like
this before. ('I like the seating, but
I'd rather the door')....
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