Beatnik Bar
Bad lighting and cheap gritty gin
Rumored to have been a speak easy
Barretted old cool cats sneering at sin
Bad poetry, tom-toms, so cheesy
Dressed in black, black is the new black
Mistaking angst for experience
High drama to make up for what they lack
Their history is in the current tense
Old jaded hip cats, evil waiting for prey
The smell of tiparello’s and opiates pervade
New, avant-garde, Just like Hepburn in her day
A dearth of brains, unable to deflect or evade
As they harvest the old evils laugh and leer
Netted cod in black, black is the new black
Into corners and back rooms with a sneer
Wicked old jaded cool cats in shadows black
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