I'm not sure whats hip anymore,
But some things,
stay innately hip,
Like,
Nightingales,
In the midnight blush,
Singing jazz to one another,
In the tall green trees,
Poetry and jazz are hip,
In there timeless way,
And sway,
Exotic salsa dancers,
Are innately hip to their,
Love and rhythms,
Flowers are innately hip,
And beautiful,
As pretty and kind ladies,
Who appreciate and enjoy,
Poetry as much,
As a sunrise and sunset,
A crescent moon,
In the evening sky,
Is innately hip in its glow,
A matisse like beauty,
Is innately hip or cool,
In their unique vibrancies,
Through rainy days,
Many things can be cool or hip,
But rare and unique things,
Are innately hip,
Like those nightingales,
And that lovely,
lovely, lovely, Lady,
That can bring vineyard,
Sweetness to innately hip,
Nightingale evenings,
and midnight songs
Reynaldo Casison