Who Am I ... Part II
Have we all been here before?Could some of us truly be "old souls"?
Why then ... when I was only 8 years old,
the first time I ever sat on the back of a horse,
(having known only the urban,
paved over jungle of Roxbury, Ma.,)
did I already know ...
how to ride the fucking horse?!?!?
Why, when I was only 7 years old ...
when fucking Buggs Bunny and Mickey Mouse
should have been my only heroes,
was I more interested in ...
Annette's tits
Minnie's ass
the Jazz and Blues music
coming from the Edison table top radio my Mom gave me ...
and the emerging,
yet subterranean
"beatnik" scene
coming out of New York and eventually Boston?
Saxophones!
beat!
bongos!
bop!
the lingo ...
"Daddio"..."c-r-a-a-a-z-y,man"..."coooooool!"
I'm hip ...
ELVIS SUCKS!
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