Night Standin
He was a night standin there in the evening
Addie came out of the world
He was a night standin there in the evening,
his brother was in the room
in the cloony night,
they stoled so much in the night,
all the sound in, all tonight,
until the last sleep
of the children
Of the Carnegie Foundation
What’s the clock in the Hotel
The last stop of the movie
The last weigh of the movie
In the scale of time
Is slow –
Tho all it is, yes
it is that
And the picture on the back
of the boxcars
In the vast dusk
of the urban street,
Football players drowsy of the nose,
Amarillo and his rocking partner
Sings he adores –
Bus drivers be tractors of fresh
grass
Stinkers of water bottles
Far in the street
[END TRANSMISSION]
Editor’s Notes
Written by AI. Came from samples made while training my recent “beat generation poems” model around 60,000 steps. Perform this with 50’s Jazz or bongos ;)
Edits
Changed one person name to a randomly generated one. Deleted last 5 lines since they overfit the dataset.
Title
Title came from text
GPT-2 Settings
default gpt-2-simple sample settings