sit in, be in, drive in, drive thru a cut up for south bay sf in the early 90s

Kerouac sat-in, breathed-in, freaked-out-in, and were-in. Breathed-in, freaked-out-in, and were-in. A different time. Used to get in a night. Get in a night. It was worth coffee and store credits from book-shoppes hired. Credits from book-shoppes hired. Stranded light bulb lanterns. Stranded light bulb lanterns. Commputer mendocino county and drag dome books back to where the city lights women after our shows and after waste and tree banging. Waste and tree banging. Can't get Take-In, Take-Out, Breathe-In, Freak-Out, my teenaged not today. My teenaged not today. Keypresses like quiet touching poetry readings, I can not go who listened to our words, our Only a few bucks were made Because of the month of October, a night, sometimes. October, a night, sometimes. Used to be from 30 and 40 year olds were, cannot go back to SanFrancisco, and do a reading or two I cry. Or two I cry. I wait for the body buying smokes and cheap grass and meet up in south beach not to be drained, today, machine, Speak-In, Be-In, Sit-In, Scream-In, Drive-In, Drive-Through, bucks and haul it down from not in this body that I wants me more than I want nor see the hungryI again. See the hungryI again. It's wee hours of surfing dead train innocent flesh that gazed at their air-space that Ginsberg and Keasy and a car for a few hundred that I used to give to saw them but in a different it. In a different it. Only to touch the keys. To touch the keys. Used to be you could buy splendor and smoked outside redone old places that had the greats speak-in.... Had the greats speak-in.... Silly words, spilling out in the when the tips were thin. The tips were thin. Sometimes.