Four women stomping
down pool laps
cajole the Bistro owner to pipe
out the music – LOUD.
I forget the book.
with the biggest voice starts it.
Her entourage in varying degrees
of size and volume pipe in
about that first lay; drunken legs straddling
in backseats, closets, cornfields.
loving themselves young.
Then in unison, no cues
the white visor, straw hat
black cap and pink turban
pick up step with the beat,
punch air, singing Rockin’ Robin.
We’re all rockin’ bare toes keeping time.
Man next to me shakes his head
gives up on the Sunday Times, leaves
as they jump, midriffs bulging and
Someone on the ladder shouts back
It’s that mix – that zeitgeist
between 1955 and ‘75
the cold war and Vietnam
What it is ain’t exactly clear
fought the law…
Help, a Dream Lover, a Dream
The Time of the Season to Give Peace…
Take a load off...
…sha la, la la dee dah
Do you remember when we used to…?
Just like that.