Not a Hoot!

They had turkey wing fans

And they felt kind of elegant

Nothing to do but just sit there

Wanted them to walk by him

The way they would

Pass by a person asking for

Money in an alley

They not only wrote like him

They also walked with his rolling slouch

Drank like his heroes and heroines

Cultivated a hard-boiled melancholy

And he writes slowly in longhand

Possibly forty lines a day rhymes

They had turkey wing fans

And they felt kind of elegant

Nothing to do but just sit there

Wanted them to walk by him

The way they would

Pass by a person asking for

Money in an alley

But it is, an alley