Echoes of Cool
We Real Cool: A New Poem Story Prologue Underneath the flickering streetlights of the city, in the forgotten corners where shadows stretched and stories never reached the ears of the bustling world, there lived a group of seven. They called themselves "The Chosen Few." Not for any grand reason, but because they believed in their own coolness, their own defiance of a world that never seemed to want them. The Pool Hall Oath They stood by the cracked door of the Golden Spot, A dive pool hall where dreams were bought. Cue sticks clutched like swords in hand, They carved rebellion in concrete sand. "We real cool," they often said, Living fast, unafraid of dread. Not tied to clocks or schoolyard chains, They danced with life in fleeting lanes. Chapter 1: Jazz in the Bones The jukebox sang of saxophones' cry, Their rhythm made time seem to fly. June was the leader, sharp as a blade, Her laughter a melody never to fade. Her brother, Cole, a poet in di...