I Like The Beat Generation

City Lights... Vesuvios has free refills of coffe,though the bathroom is a bit squalid.If those walls could talk?hahaha.I like to sit in the upper terrace and scribble notes overlooking Kerouac alley-observing tour groups and making weird poet faces if they chance to take a glance upwards.City lights bookshop itself takes up a good portion of the block nextdoor-limitless in it's stacks upon stacks of hist/ories,troves of countercultural tomes and off-beat bulletin boards.One may sit and read for many hours,but the cost of getting out of there with any of their niceties is very dear indeed.Once and only once I stole a small WSB volume.It set alarm bells ringing and me,I sprinted quickly well through chinatown-images of being busted or thumped on for liberating verses now funny in an odd little way.I got away,that time-plus I was admittedly beat,very very beat back in those days.Sleeping in the bookstore is not allowed,though the comfy 3rd floor armchair was just what the Dr. ordered that particual post-rave SunnySunday...I stood,corrected.  I did meet Ferlinghetti a few blocks away once-but what to say? not much of earthshaking import to impart,I canfess.        the beat goes...on.