at the outdoor bar on the beach
And all the golf carts gather around.
Some Elvis and a few more beers
No millennials until sundown.

In that little deuce coupe,
the Beach Boys run around,
Surfer girl's a Pasadena lady,
And surf boards are all aground.

Now I long for yesterday
When oldies were the craze.
There goes the sun and I say,
Hey Jude, here's to better days.

I ride back to the boonies,
thinking when oldies were newsies.
Wake up little Suzie,
we gotta go home

पुराने संदूक में ये क्या खोज रही है
शायद नन्हे बच्चों को अपने ढूंढ रही है।
छोटे छोटे रंग बिरंगे पैरहन में
उनका बचपन संजोए रखा था।
सब कुछ टटोलकर शायद
अपनी मुस्कुराहट ढूंढ रही है।

remember
when music was
pure & uncut,
when we were all users
trying to survive?

addicted to
the crack-le of
the needle
as it hit the 45?

back when the
natural high of
heart & soul
was enough to suffice?

we’re just
some junkies
looking to score

excuse me mister,
could you spare a dime?

Ever wondered…

Why Jerry is so smart
And Tom so unlucky?

Why Bugs Bunny has to say “ehh what’s up doc”
every time he wants to communicate?

Why Winnie The Pooh’s top doesn’t go over his belly?
Is it a crop top?

Why Daffy Duck has a white collar?

Why Pinky asks the same question all the time?
And why Brain always answers every **** time?

Why Snoopy has a lazy voice?

Why Fred bothers driving since he moves the car with his legs?

Why, why, why?

It just hit me that I’ll be playing timeless hits from the 2000's and it will **** my kids off just like how I hated my folk’s oldies. can't wait.

I'll tell you where I am

               When I stop moving

For now,  I  don't *know where I'm heading.


10:07 am,  Saturday, June 27th, 2015

I know of a girl who dreads the New Year
Because it steals her away
from poodle-skirts and telephones
And all that is long gone
Drags her across the floor by her ankles
while she sobs
as though she'd known the era's
dead.