The jane is zoned! no nightspot here, no bar <br />there, no sweet freeway, and no premises <br />for business purposes, <br />no loiterers or needers. Henry are <br />baffled. Have ev'ybody head for Maine, <br />utility-man take a train? <br /> <br />Arrive a time when all coons lose dere grip, <br />but is he come? Le's do a hoedown, gal, <br />one blue, one shuffle, <br />if them is all you seem to réquire. Strip, <br />ol benger, skip us we, sugar; so hang on <br />one chaste evenin. <br /> <br />—Sir Bones, or Galahad: astonishin <br />yo legal & yo good. Is you feel well? <br />Honey dusk do sprawl. <br />—Hit's hard. Kinged or thinged, though, fling & wing. <br />Poll-cats are coming, hurrah, hurray. <br />I votes in my hole.<br /><br />John Berryman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-song-2-big-buttons-cornets-the-advance/
