Fab Four failure

Ruined. August concert at the city park --
outdoor music billed as Beatles night,

just seventeen, nowhere man, yesterday,
twangy blue-grass rendition of Fab Four hits

bringing dancers to a halt, any urge
to kick skyward, gone, all whirl vanished,

frozen, standing there, soaking up dew,
every wool cap drooping with disgust

while John Bob weaves, Ringo washboards,
Pauline saws stand-up bass, Geo fiddles

and only five-year-olds who know no better
boogie wildly on the damp grass

as if this were the best tribute ever,
better even than Purple Haze redux,

highlight last year by Snoose Gone Loose,
whoop-ass finale to the county fair.



Timothy Pilgrim