The moment of impact bursts through the silence and in a roar of sound, the final second is prolonged in a world of echoes as if the concrete and clay of broadway itself was reliving its memorie
E last great march past. newsman stands limp as a whimper as audience and event are locked as one. bing crosby coos you dont have to feel pain to sing the blues, you dont have to holla -
Dont feel a thing in your dollar collar. martin luther king cries everybody sing! and rings the grand old liberty bell. leary, weary of his prison cell, walks on heaven, talks
Ell. j.f.k. gives the o.k. to shoot us, sipping orange julius and lemon brutus. bare breasted cowboy double decks the triple champion. who needs medicare and the 35c flat rate fare, when fred as
And ginger rogers are dancing through the air? from broadway melody stereotypes the band returns to stars and stripes bringing a tear to the moonshiner, whos been pouring out his spirit from
Illegal still. the pawn broker clears the noisy t
Ill and clutches his lucky dollar bill.
Echoes of the broadway everglades,
With her mythical madonnas still walking in their shades:
Lenny bruce, declares a truce and plays his other hand.
Marshall mcluhan, casual viewin, head buried in the sand.
Sirens on the rooftops wailing, but theres no ship sailing.
Groucho, with his movies trailing, stands alone with his punchline
Failing.
Klu klux klan serve hot soul food and the band plays in the mood
The cheerleader waves her cyanide wand, theres a smell of
Peach blossom and bitter almonde.
Caryl chessman sniffs the air and leads the parade, he knows
In a scent, you can bottle all you made.
Theres howard hughes in blue suede shoes, smiling at the
Majorettes smoking winston cigarettes.
And as the song and dance begins, the children play at home
With needles; needles and pins.
Then the blackout.