The Next Beatles Song, by Mark Tulin

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.