Boogie, Man - Camilla Basham

Just hanging with Jack;
thinks he’s Dean Moriarty;
dressed all in black;
sipping a brew in a smoke filled room;
rolling the dice;
hoping it lands on seven;
rolling up to the bar;
hoping he lands on a babe.
He breaks out his moves;
she’s hot and blonde.
I’m straining to see them through the fog of smoke;
can’t tell if he’s making progress.
Just then, man, she lifts her tiny manicured hand
and smacks him across the face.
I almost spit out my beer.
And there he comes;
sauntering back to the table
with a sheepish grin on his face.
He puts out his cigarette;
runs his hand through his hair and exclaims,
“This place is a dive. Let’s boogie, man.”
Look at him.
Even with the hand mark from some hot blonde
embedded on his face
he still thinks he’s Dean Moriarty.