Beatnik

The upbeat man, he drinks on a Root Beer can, all the
way down, uptown stage to walk on, the microphone
was standing straight, I perform a one-man show, my
brainless and mindless nightmare is no more, I've got
many loves in my boat, I'm wearing a golden coat, it
shines brighter enough, and tough as nails, a beatnik in
tune, beatnik to the easy track on the rhythm of blues, my
hair was buzzed off, but, I'm getting too old, I am very
proud, to stand my two coolest and groovy feet, and
let it strive, in my time, I can't drive a car, I wish I could
be, I'm excellent at driving a bicycle bike myself

Written by
Michael James Brindley
2-12-19