John Budan
Busted
The doors to the Jazz Workshop were cracked open to clear the choking air. Along with clouds of cigarette smoke the cool wailing riffs of Gerry Mulligan’s baritone sax also drifted out, saturating the foggy San Francisco night. The hip cats and chicks stood outside in a circle smoking weed and digging the music. Seeing a familiar ”narc“ approaching, most people quickly scattered but one unfortunate hipster got trapped. Caught holding one joint cost him an eight-month residency in San Quentin Prison. Today a trendy shop near the same location sells marijuana legally to the upscale folks of Silicon Valley.
clanging bells
of cable cars
laboring up nob hill
all the memories
we left behind
About the Author
John Budan has published widely. He lived in France where he found his alter ego Guignol in Paris at the Jardin du Luxembourg