THE 60'S A POEM by Bobby Jameson

IT WAS 1966

AS I WALKED ALONG

SUNSET BLVD

IN THE HAZY

SUNLIT AFTERNOON

TOWARD THE

HAMBURGER HAMLET

FOR A BEER

THE SIDEWALKS

WERE WELL TRAVELED

THEN AND FRIENDLY

INQUISITIVE FACES

GREETED YOU

WITH THEIR EYES

AND SMILES

A PARADISE NOW LOST

PAISLEY PATTERNS
AND RIBBON SHIRTS

BEADS AND BANGLES

GALORE

CLINKED AND CLATTERED

FAINTLY

IN THE WARM BREEZE

OF WEST HOLLYWOOD

IN THE BACKGROUND

THE SOUND OF

JOHNNY RIVERS

DOING AN

AFTERNOON SET

AT THE WHISKY A GO GO

LURING IN

THE STEADY FOOT TRAFFIC

THE RICH AND FAMOUS

MIXED EASILY

WITH THE

STREET PEOPLE

AND FLOWER CHILDREN

THE BARRIERS OF CLASS

TEMPORARILY

DROPPING AWAY

IN THIS DREAM WORLD

OF LOVE AND PEACE

HAND MADE CRAFTS

WERE LIKE GOLD

SOUGHT OUT BY THOSE

EAGER TO FIT INTO

THE WILD WHIMSY

OF THE TIMES

THE SUNSET STRIP

A PATHWAY TO

HIGHER CONSCIOUSNESS

AND LOVE

A DOORWAY TO HEAVEN

AS IT VISITED EARTH

BRIEFLY IN THE 60'S

Bobby Jameson Oct 17, 2009

CADILLAC REGRETS

I WALK ON

TILTED WALLS

LIKE AN

ARCHANGEL

FROM THE

PENNY ARCADE

OF MISERY...

SPIT SHINED

NICKELS

ADORN THE FLOOR

OF LAST RESORT

IN A VACATION PARADISE

FOR LOSERS

SINGLE HANDED

FAILURES

CASCADE FROM ABOVE

AND OUT THE

BACK DOOR

OF MY HEART...

THEY ARE
CADILLAC REGRETS
PARKED IN THE LOT

OF SADNESS

ON THE

WRONG SIDE

OF NOWHERE...

Bobby Jameson Oct 13, 2009

NOBODY'S DREAMBOAT

BLITZKRIEG MOMENTS

WITH MILITARY

PRECISION

SLAM MY HEAD

INTO THE SUN

CRIMSON FEELINGS

ADORN MY SLEEPLESS

FORM

AS IT WANDERS THE

HALLS OF INJUSTICE

SNAPDRAGON TONGUES

LICK MY WOUNDS

AND POUR ON

THE SALT

WITH A SMILE

FOR GOOD MEASURE

I AIN'T NOBODY'S

DREAMBOAT BABY

NOT LIKELY

I'M A SPUTTERING

REJECT

FROM THE 60'S

RUNNING AT

GLASS WALLS ON

A SUICIDE MISSION

FOR HELM'S BAKERY

AND ALL YOU CAN'T EAT

JACKSON POLLOCK

CAFETERIA STYLE

TODAY'S SPECIAL

SYLVIA PLATH

ON RICE

LET IT BLEED BOYS

THE COLOR RED

LOOKS GOOD

ON THE

INVISIBLE MAN

AIN'T NO HIGHER CALLING

THAN THE

END RESULT OF

A BAD BEGINNING

WE CAN'T ALL LOSE

SOMEBODY'S GOT

TO WIN

NO MATTER

HOW PAINFUL

IT IS

Bobby Jameson Oct 12, 2009

LOST HIGHWAY

SOLITUDE

MOOD

LIKE NOTES

IN A ROOM FULL

OF HARMONIES

CORNER CAFE

AND A CUP A

PICK ME UP

SMOKE

ON THE

RUN

AN ALL NIGHTER

IN NASHVILLE

WITH ALL DAY

BLUES

IN

A TABLETOP

PARADISE

OF CADILLACS

AND PONTIACS

SEEIN THE WORLD

FROM A BACKSEAT

WHILE LIVIN FAST

ON THE

SLOW BURN

YOU DRINK AND

THINK

AND THERE'S

A FEELING

IN THE AIR

A PILL OR TWO

MAYBE MORE

YOU SOAR FOR

A MOMENT

AND LIVE

LIFE IN THE 50'S

ON THE

ROAD TO

RUIN

YOU'RE

HANK WILLIAMS

AND YOU'RE

TRAVELIN

ON THE

LOST HIGHWAY

Bobby Jameson Oct 12, 2009 1:30AM

KEROUAC AND POLLOCK

KEROUAC AND POLLOCK

HURLING ART

AT THE WORLD

OF NON-BELIEVERS

BRILLIANT COLORS

IN A

BLACK AND WHITE

REALITY

CINEMATIC SENTENCES

AND PROLIFIC SPLASHES

OF GENIUS

WRONG WAY

THE RIGHT WAY

NO BRUSH

NO PEN

BUT EMOTIONS

SLAMMED AGAINST

THE PINK

UNDERBELLY

OF A CHURCH PEW

REALITY

BORN OUT OF

A NAKED LUNCH BOX

WITH BURROUGHS

EYES

AND BETTY DAVIS

KNUCKLES

JACKSON AND

JACK

P AND K

LIGHT YEARS

AHEAD

SOFTLY

WITH A KISS

WITH A FIST

WITH A

HEART

ON FIRE.....................

Bobby Jameson Oct 11, 2009

AND ENDLESS BITS

WORDS

LIKE BULLETS

TEAR THE AIR

FIND THEIR MARK

AND BURY THERE

MEANINGS SLAM

AGAINST THE
MIND 

THEIR RESIDUES
THEY LEAVE BEHIND

LIKE COLORS THROWN

IN FURIED FITS

THE REDS

THE BLUES

AND ENDLESS BITS

OF SPLATTER

BLASTING

LIGHT AND HUE

A RAINBOW BURNING

IN THE DEW

AGAINST THE WILL

OF FRENZIED THOUGHT

A POINT OF VIEW

IS FINELY

WROUGHT

Bobby Jameson Oct 4, 2009

THE BOULEVARD

I WALK

THE BOULEVARD

AT NIGHT...

BLACK LEATHER

MOMENTS

ARE TATTOOED

ON MY EYES

AND GARBAGE CAN

FEELINGS ARE

STRUNG LIKE LIGHTS

ACROSS MY SMILE

HURRY DOWN

AND

GET IT UP

CISCO

CAUSE PONCHO'S

ON A RAMPAGE

OF PITY

IN THE CITY OF SIN

WITH BAD LUCK

AND BEAUTY...

DO ME TWO

TIMES...

ROMEO RHYTHMS

AND PAISLY PARTS

SNAP LIKE

WHIP SPANKS

AND SPARKLES

NEAR THE MANHOLE

TO HELL

THE BOULEVARD WALK...

TAKLIN SHIT

TO THE SKY...

JUSTICE IS WHERE

YOU LOSE IT

AND FATE

IS A FATE

BETTER THAN DEATH...

YOU CAN'T BEAT

THE ODDS BUDDY

BUT KEEP ON TRYIN

DADDY-O

IT'S THE BOULEVARD...

Bobby Jameson Oct 4, 2009