February 2nd, 2010
Invasion of the Hipsters
Hipster Invasion
He walked down soco,
his hands in his pockets
his head turned under the cowboy hat to the wind,
he looked around
and recognized not a face
He went to places he used to go
but it was different
as they streamed by, staring vacantly behind blue blockers and beards, the girls wearing mexican peasant blouses and daisy dukes….
He stopped and looked in a vintage clothing shop
where once there had been a crackhouse
and thought
i used to smoke crack here
than two girls in frye boots walked by
a feathers shopping bag on their arm
Around a corner, finally a familiar face
bob, bob its me ryan
but it wasn’t bob
“whats that?” a man responded with a british accent
it was a stranger with beard and red short shorts
just like how bob used to dress
he stopped and wondered to himself,
where is bob today
Still the stream of hipsters walked by
he ducked in an alley for a quick hit off the schwag roach
trophys is still the same i bet
he ducked into a bar
trophys
at least trophys was still the same
Two miserable old drunks in their early 30s hunched over the bar
they used to be in bands, now they had nothing
but honky was playing trophys that night
the men in their early 30s hunched over the bar
not a woman in sight
Back in 2003
this place was rockin