Beatnik Generation (A Writing Burst)

(Inspired by the Beats movement of 1950s America. Before you start to assume I'm a bad writer, all grammatical and structural mistakes ARE intentional. Also, a warning: this piece contains adult language and themes, parental guidance required...)

Welcome to jazz club... nice. Dingy, dirty, dark smoky little shitehole around the back alley of someone else's front door facade. Jazz isn't nobody's preferred admittable taste in life, but then again, I doubt any of these no-good messed up junkie whores got here with any resistance to it. Pulls you in like some smoky great monster until you're sat around here doing fuck all and just breathing in the atmosphere until it chokes your lungs with the purple haze of a million beat down musicians and artists and no-good working ladies of the night ready to strike their next hit and crooks or criminals looking to score their latest load. In short, it's not the kinda place your average everyday middle class man would chance upon on a business trip.

Dark corners and flickering blue strip lights are the only distinct features of this little corner of paradise - everything else is obscured by darkness and dripping with hazy thick smoke coming from the mouths of these other no-good Joes next to me. The women here are all the same caressing the night air with heavy sickly to mask their state of poverty but mixed with the musky ash coming from the end of their cigarettes, it isn't pleasant one bit to a nose more accustomed to something a little less... fragrant, shall we say?

Its only redeeming quality is the beautiful stream of music that somehow billows around the fog and haze of the noxious smog of the room like a sweet redemption and rebirth of beauty, no sound has ever felt so pure than a sax pulsating through the night overlaid with a walking bassline that acts as motivation to make us plod through the very infinite working of existence and onwards into uncertainty. The saxophone makes for beautiful ambience when juxtaposed with our beatnik audience he plays to, all us "scum-of-society" "hippie" "fags" who "can't-catch-a-fucking-break-and-should-be-locked-away-in-the-fucking-workhouse." As you can see, we're not accepted round here.