Thursday, September 21, 2006

Ode to the Beat

I never felt patriotic until I discovered the beat --

My hips possessed, gyrating to its rhythm

The melody could have birthed in my spirit

Fireworks and tired independence celebrations fail to move me --

Nauseated by insincere flag waving and shallow ribbons

Traditions of the past feel awkward

But the beat --

Driving my mind into the center of Miles' trumpet

Climbing out at the end of the 'I have a dream' speech

With enough time to hitchhike with Kerouac to a road of perceived freedom

Speeding on countless highways with jazz and intermissions of crappy rock n' roll blaring

Finding beauty in the grime

Discovering truth in the overlooked crevices of existence

Revealing --

An American spirit; raw and unique in form


The Holmans said...

i saw a sign downtown the other day that read "never trust a hippie" and i thought of you

Torben B said...

Lol. Thanks Dave. It's good to know you're thinking of me :)