Now it's jazz,

"Now it’s jazz, the place is roaring, all beautiful girls in there, one mad brunette at the bar drunk with her boys – one strange chick I remember from somewhere, wearing a simple skirt with pockets, her hands in there, short haircut, slouched, talking to everybody – Up and down the stairs they come the bartenders are the regular brand of Jack, and the heavenly drummer who looks up in the sky with blue eyes, with a beard, is wailing beercaps of bottles and jamming on the cash register and everything is going to the beat — it’s the beat generation, it’s beat. It’s the beat to keep, it’s the beat of the heart, it’s being beat and down in the world and like old-time lowdown and like in ancient civilizations the slave boat- men rowing galleys to a beat and servants spinning pottery to a beat."