First Time. "The Death of the Cool"

That ancient cool 
Bonds brothers in the booth 
Returning each serve
While they volley out truth

Communal Pool 
Filled with Jizz
Makes Corporate cool 
A Dirty biz

The filthy tubes of neon light
Can’t hide the Dirk you Digg 
The fluorescent sign will forever shine bright
          “Just another upright Pig”

I’d rather  
Gather
These thoughts of mine 
That flow like lucid lather
Through a fleeting foam 
	Of tricking time…

And I find its all fine, 
Once the cool sets in.
Weeding out the pines
Knowing it's at this moment 
That we win.  

A dismissal of fate, 
A rough turn around of the façade 
I run to the corner, peripherals on fire
Where I can claim to be God.

Who’s waiting for the cool to return

I don't know much about structure but i really Jazz poetry which is where this came from

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/4js1u3/post_work_trip/d3ajhyq https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/4jx18o/us/d3aj0qj