Smile, Daddy-O
Smile, Angel-head
like the hipster got
your ever-loving espresso
and is dealing a game of bridge
down the be-bopping
jazz club of Saturday night
with nothing
to lose
nothing
to gain
nothing
but pockets of soap
and a goofy pair of trousers
full of privilege
my fate done
left me
my baby done
took a job
and all I got
is this crazy
house of two stories
with Miles on the juke
and bongos made of hipster laughter
and a place where I belong
if I could only swing it
~james