Tenorman by Jack Kerouac

Horny tenorman
with your normally
overgrown vocal
command
expanded
for the sake of
reaching the highest
peaks

Sweet and sad
bearded bard
singing
slouching
waiting
complaining
for the end
to come.

Listen as the tenorman
proclaims the news
of the dog caught
running on his
two feet
from the masterful
artistry of car-chasing.

Listen to the raw
trumpet blasting
the wood stove
giving off heat
the bass beats
and crass tones
of coming
and gowing

And don’t
forget the piano
that’s there too
dropping atom bombs
from little sprinkling
fingers hitting
black and white
keys of sorrow
and ecstasy.

Raising jaws
dropped
in expectations
unlocked
finger blows
unlocking the iron
lock
of mediocrity
for the sake of
everybody feel
at home in this
body and soul.