Shufflin' Man

in poetry •  7 years ago 


Hey, shufflin' man, shufflin' man I wish we were back at the beach,
I remember you hitting the water in your tattered pants.
The salt air attacking your cold, night eyes, burning red,
The wind and solitude a reprieve from your crazy rants.

Hey shufflin' man, shufflin' man teach me your crazy walk!
Shufflin' man, oh shufflin' man coach me in your crazy talk!

Man, those hard city streets are bad on your crooked back,
Shufflin' around the town, dodging the stares from the squares.
Man, if they could see you now! Would they still gawk?
Or would they finally see a man sleeping under their stairs?

Hey shufflin' man, hip shufflin' man spit some crazy truth!
Shullin' man, oh shufflin' man come share this picture booth!

I want a record of our time here on the coast.
Shufflin' man, dear shufflin' man I want proof of our fun.
We need others to see the man under the crazy eyes.
They need to see your darkness cleansed by the sun.

Hey shufflin' man, sad shufflin' man we got to go!
Shufflin' man, wise shufflin' man time to lay low.


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Wow, I’ve not yet seen this side of you @papacrusher. I love it!

Probably from Papa's Beat Period.

You know I read every beat piece I could get my hands on! I re-read Kerouac and Burroughs on a regular basis.

Yeah, Kerouac was an influence on me too.

Man the first time I read Howl by Ginsberg I couldn't speak, think, or anything for several hours! I was like "Where has this been all my life and how come I can't write like this?!!?!!" lol

The flow their poetry hurt my head and inspired my soul simultaneously! Great memories.

Dharma Bums was the first book to make me think of meditation. Forty-eight years later has me with, what is fondly known as, my 5th level cast light spell.

That's the name used to explain my ability to see the candle flame with my eyes closed; without, even, a candle present. 😎

Thanks Paul!

Hey @papacrusher great stuff! 👌😀

Thank you so much!

Nice poem! I feel like it almost wants to be a song - were you thinking that?

Not really, but I can definitely see how it could be morphed into lyrics! Thanks for the comment and support and I am sorry for the delayed response.