The Hidden Track Goes Artsy Bohemian

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everybody must noodle dance
to jam (and more-Warren-sit-ins) who

sits in on all the jams may, be
jam ing G, cee, and dee,
chords.
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cause he is sitting in;; at four diff
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-E.E. Cummings

The Shakedown Not Taken
Two custies diverged on yellow mud shakedown,
And sorry I could not meet them both
But being one observer, long I stood round,
And looked at the preppie one as long as I could
To where his collar popped up toward his hood;

Then breathed in the other, patchouli in the air,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because he had well worn dread in his hair;
Though as for the poorly weighed one-eighth ounces
Had shaken them down really about the same
-Robert Frost

In a Field of the Bonnaroo
Ghostly apparitions of stoned faces in the crowd
Kind buds on a wet, muddy field
-Ezra Pound

A Coffee Shop in Vermont
What thoughts I have of you tonight, Trey Anastasio, for I walked down
Main Street with a hangover self-conscious looking at Rotating Nectar’s sign
In my magic eighth hour, and shopping for kicks, I went into the Muddy Waters
coffee shop dreaming of your Type II Jams!
What Peaches and what Loving Cups!! Hippie families brewing at night! I saw mothers in the Axillas and babies born on Tube Jam Reprise!
Aisles full of Gordos! Wait, I think that’s actually Mike Gordon… Holy Holy! Its really him, alone, drinking coffee brew, camera in hand. I gotta go shake his hand. Gotta meet gone dodledangy Gordo, man. Gottta shake his hand. I’ll finish this later..
-Allen Ginsberg

My only real hope today is that someone besides that Abe Cowboy fucker reads and comments on this stupid post…our poetry forefathers deserve it.