The Missionary Of Beat

by Willi Brown


On the road

as it is in heaven

a dharma bum gone beatnik

is ridin' his thumb to mobile salvation

 

Tellin' it like "it" is

with an eye for detail

and a hand for compassion

and prose like a stick on a picket fence

 

Off the top of his head

came a ramblin' mojo journal

of the hip and the down and out

and then he died for their sins to boot

 

And now we follow his lead

his blues on the wind

hot afternoon angel

to heaven ascend

 

So sing on in heaven Jack

and lemme bum a cigarette

let's drink to America

let's drink to forget
		

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