if the room on laussat bred
beat era dreams
woven in the smoke and cat hair
the
whiskey beer and whiskey
the cigarettes and boom
badda
boom
badda boom sh tip sh tap
he talked to jim Carroll
one night
and left for New Orleans
repeatedly
he used to wave at them out the window
and later sleep with them
running across Market st one night
against the traffic he dropped
his gin and tonic
99 cents at the Church St. Station