When I Met John
a black and white dream -
the Reeperbahn in Hamburg
where I stumble into a nasty bar
marveling to witness
on-stage: the Silver
Beatles
beer in hand
enmeshed I nod to demented rock
and when I try to chat with John
he sneers, Bugger off, arsehole!
and slams me out the door
which of course, wakes me up
to think, I just met the real Mocker!
but the smell of piss and beer
fresh as a sidewalk in spring
like a forgotten lyric, lingers
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