The Beat Poet's Toothbrush Poem by Christopher R. Kennedy

The Beat Poet's Toothbrush



Cigarette smoke clings to his teeth
His last rhyme’s scent lingers
On his red-purple tongue
He uses Crest toothpaste
The whitening, minty sort
He taps his foot
And counts the strokes

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