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Do the new hipsters remember being dead drunk and
Hungry in alphabet city…going comatose and twitching
On bare mattresses, stained charcoal and greasy
By candle light and flashlight and no light?
Do they still screw suburban girls to the tune of
Bad poetry and scratchy music…and whispered dreams
About a better world’s impossibilities?
Do they walk for hours thinking of a word…finding it
Have a toke…forgetting it…sitting for hours
Thinking of marigolds and silver buttons?
Wear watches, do they? Keep dates and appointments
Do they? Hide money in their socks…do they?
Do the new hipsters think any patch of grass is
Central Park? Do the new hipsters invent languages and
Strange sounds to fill the corners of the coffee house?
What fucking coffee house? Starbucks ain’t no coffee house.
So…bushy beards and curled moustaches…skinny jeans
Over work boots and lumber jack shirts…and horn
Rimmed glasses…and fixie bikes and beer. I want them
To be smart…doesn’t mean that they aren’t, just means
That I don’t know if they are.

I remember the old days and nights. People always say
They were great. They weren’t. They were just days
Like days we have now. Today will be somebody’s
Old days someday. Some people will say they were great.
For others…not so much. That’s why nostalgia is selective.
It’s propaganda for mock history.

The old hipsters were around ten minutes before
The Kennedy years…After Korea, before Vietnam…
The Bay of Pigs…civil rights…lynchings
(Now there’s word to conjure with.) The old hipsters
Pissed in alleys and cursed the sky…suspected
The American dream was a fucking lie.
Came back from Korea with broken eyes…frozen smiles
And suddenly again…kids in green with guns…helmets
Boots and bundles of body bags…flying off to
Somewhere else…Is this the way it is?
This is the way it is.

Do the new hipsters remember the fins on the 58 Cadillac?
Diana Dors? The Rig Veda? Jerry Lee Lewis? Do they
Roll joints in torn pages from The Fountainhead?
Do they like to go fishing?
Watch international films and argue about subtitles?
Do they pass out drunk on bar tables…but
Go outside to smoke?

I like the idea of hipsters…for the images
They bring to mind. I’ve seen them in Paris, New York
And Montreal…Maybe it’s always the same guy…I like it.
It reduces the density of Armani and Zegna. It keeps
Ralph Lauren in some kind of perspective.

Crazy isn’t it…so many questions. You see some people
Sort of like us who apparently choose to set themselves
Apart from us and you wonder…What does that say
About us? And no…that isn’t confined to the safely
Labelled so-called (Who is it that decides to label others?)
Hipsters.

I’ll keep a warm thought for hipsters…as if they care.
The ones I’ve seen ride bikes, they’re anti-fashion
But they got style…and they make me smile.
With all of the other shit that’s going on.
That’s good enough for me.

Blues
Jan. 22, 2014

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