the old book store
used to be over there
across the street
where we would meet
to discuss Kerouac
over a cup of coffee
that was the spot
a few doors down
where that jazz club
once stood proud
when the legends
went there to jam
the ghosts are here
of those insane poets
creatures of culture
artists of the new age
all the crazy hippies
their energy still exists
most of those buildings
are not here anymore
the ones that are standing
are empty shells now
hollow on the inside
the groovy people are gone
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