Poem for Ernest Hemingway and Jack Hirschman by Jake St. John

Poem for Ernest Hemingway and Jack Hirschman I travelled the country by way of graveyards and back roads the bones of outlaws and writers and outlaw writers piled up in mounds their ghosts walking the streets with us hand in Continue reading Poem for Ernest Hemingway and Jack Hirschman by Jake St. John

Last Call by Jake St. John

Last Call it’s 1:50 a.m. and I don’t know if I’m here or there the city moans in the moonlight the same cats dragging their tails in the street an old newspaper tumbles into the gutter a desolate theater of Continue reading Last Call by Jake St. John

At Ocean Beach by Jake St. John

At Ocean Beach Two junkies sitting on a bench shooting memories in the sun their smiles wide as they get their fix of the past “Man, it was like a blast of Buddhism she loved me when I played that Continue reading At Ocean Beach by Jake St. John

There are no more real rock stars… by Jake St. John

There are no more real rock stars… There are no more real rock stars there are no words or guitars no drums or alcohol no pills or drugs no messages or movements no songwriters or musicians no depression or art Continue reading There are no more real rock stars… by Jake St. John