I keep waiting for the next Beatles song
sitting by the radio in my psychedelic
bedroom.
I know if I hear it first,
it will be groovy
and I’ll be totally in awe.
I know they broke up
fifty years ago,
but I still wait to hear
their shaggy-haired truth
that will send my rubber soul
bouncing into enlightenment.
Perhaps, when that day occurs,
I’ll wear my new bell bottoms
and desert boots to school,
seeing my old hippie friends
holding finely-rolled joints with legs crossed
on the schoolyard lawn.
I will greet my pals with a peace sign
to show how cool I am
and share my love of vinyl,
the Beatles,
and their brand new album
that would turn my life upside down.
Ah, those were the days, when we were fab.
Yes, they were.
Gorgeously done Mark…. and yes I too loved the Beatles way back then !!
They brought us all together…all together now.
Aw this is wonderful
Thank you, erroneouschoices.
good one. Mark. just for interest Haruki Murakami has a new story in the current New Yorker called ‘With the Beatles’.
I’ll have to check it out, John. Thanks for the tip.
…maybe, when they are all in the next world.
You’ll have to take a picture of that one, Michael.
I’ll send it along in a dream.
Very good.
Wonderful.
Thanks!!
Awesome post, Mark!!! A sad habit our heart has sometimes – waiting for what will never be again???
Chuck
Thanks Chuck. It’s like waiting for Godot. ☮️
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
Great, Chuck!! (The Reluctant Poet)
Good to know other people also write about the Beatles…very nice poem
Thanks. ☮️