It was swept in
On one dull and humble morn
Crept behind the age old drone
Of “toil and you shall surely reap”
“You must abide to earn your keep”

From the backdrop of mayhem
Many scorched and brittle lands
Brave sons hurry home
Kept lively in endless pondering
Jazz halls still crooned
Through the cold nightly bustle
Shielding the sly and swift
In the warm spectacle of wayward soul

Big bands dwindle
To rapid and sleek quartets
And the quartets yield
For the electronic blaze
Incendiary blues rules the day
His twisted offspring here to stay

Teens throw themselves
At the hollow strum of acoustics
As the swell of equality ascends and blossoms
The flowering of fellowships
Spreads with maddened vigor
Crying out to poor sons
In their forced stride to guts,glory and peril

The stogies of yesteryear
Burn slow in a careless plume
Spliffs drag and cooly waft
Emitting in thoughts
Caught in metamorphosis

Venues transform
And cater to the hated brand new
The sharply jutting youths
Proudly, swallowed in grit and filth
Enamored by the roar of hurried dissidence
Their elation displayed in thrashing skin and bones
They are swallowed by an endless sea
Of proclaimed anarchy and boastful devastation

Scoff all you like
But the vast patchworks of ingenuity
Linger this very day