here in blank verse music halls
the men have tits, the women, balls
and everything is upside down
in this commercial plastic town
real jazz and plastic seats
and pseudo-marble tables
expensive bars
and five pounds entry
keeps the wrong sort out
play a tune with random phrases
each one chooses which to play
play along
or just not bother
"the end result is just the same."
manufactured easy faking
never really changing key
neither jazz nor chamber music
"just like swiss democracy."
here where the eccentrics play
commercial plastic melts away
and hearts can dance
and things can be
that do not follow logically
Never Going To Talk To Her Again by Wayne Myers