Subtiltled French Hyprocrisy Blues

Pull my daisy (circa 1959)
what would one put if one was trying to find a sign
one would site Howl and Dharma bums but be above their time.
One would try to seek the bishop and ask if angels commited those crimes
One would have to narrate middle path philosophies with a head in the New York Times
One would have to ride the rail benxidrine rattled with nothing but a dime
Daughter pushes organ while mother keeps black white tunes in time
What becomes of watchers they sit roach studded and wait for rhyme