jazz&sex&money

(prompt: write a poem like Allen Ginsberg OR write about bebop jazz. I choice to combine the two.)

Jazz and Sex and Money

be BOP be BOP be BOP
do ba doo wah
saxophones and cigarettes on
the street corner; cocaine in
the bedroom against the
sounds of drums,

the new generation
doo da dat datt ting!
jazz and sex and money
sometimes you have one, but sometimes
you have all 3
BOP BOP ah doo wah
we new artists have a new style
unpredictability
what is old is gone and what is
now
won't be forever
but it's now we are forever in
rat a tat tat doo de dum dum
a joint and a dollar will get me
through the evening
end up fucked in a taxi cab
and all things will make sense.
do be doo wah BOP