2:27 am Truck Stop Diner. Middle America

2:27 am
Truck Stop Diner.
Middle America.

Hey Mista,
D' ya have any apple pie?

I've been drivin through this dreamscape?

Up ALL night!

I could sure use some Cwaffee!
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I can still feel
The buzz of the wheel in my grip,
And the bounce of the shocks
On my soles?
--
Maybe ya got some ice cream too?
One scoop. Top of the pie.
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I mean,
I can still hear the echo of the horns
Blowin by my ear?
Drivin down the highway

Blowin, &;amp; thumpin &;amp; hummin &;amp; bumpin
Like they's tryin to get a gig at BIRDLAND!
--
Mind if I smoke?
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The patter of rain,
The pound of the drops
The slide across my windshield
--

Man! I could see it!
--
And then the rain clouds parted?
A thunderous hush canvassed the club

The steady
Tsch tehh tsch
Tsch tehh tsch
Tsch tehh tsch

Beat on my ear drums
Like a feather across a cymbal?

I hear--- K-E-R-O-U-A-C!

He steps up to the mic. and the whole joint

AHHHHHHHHH's

On the same stage,
Where Bird once looked
across the fireflies of cigarettes
Glowing back at him?
Right into the magical eyes of Jack's date, Mardou?

This time it's Jack!
Up on the stage
Lookin into the darkness
Feeling the fireworks of adrenaline
Sparkle and explode across his skin?

Lookin into the sea of aura glows
And right into the eyes of
Some poor unsuspecting chumps date?

Sittin in the crowd, She's lookin back
All PIE eyed- Her whole world closin in, The room disappearin?

Those battin lashes,
Tellin him he's the one?

Only, he doesn't even realize, see,
that she will become his ambassador?

Never no mind to the date!

Jack smiles,
Playin air bass
On the microphone stand?

He chuckles some Joual-
Eyes flutter back
Behind those heavenly
Kerouac lids of his?

Leaving her
A lifetime to think about it.
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Got any bebop
On that Jukebox?
I really think ya'd dig that club