There I sat,

Drinking, writing to jazz

Living for the part I was handed for the Greatest City in the South!

Is this how a poem goes? Or is this prose?

Who knows

Not me, all I can remember is my name

Jack Kerouac! The year is 1958!

No, that’s someone else’s part

Wrong Play! Learn your lines!

Listen here Daddy O, I have half a mind to- to

Hey! Hi! Come spill sin with us!

Sorry I was never one for apples and wine

But that crescent moon looks mighty fine, come write with me?

Where is the best jazz?

No my arm doesn’t sing, I asked-

Mint Julep! Yes that is a hard one to get right nowadays

Here’s a cigar as payment

Or maybe it’ll suffice that I wrote about you

Didn’t you always want to be immortalized?