Gang Show
Yes, I remember them,
riding along.
Not individual faces,
more a row of buoyant fringes
parted like an ocean,
clean, brushed, all apparently the same tone.
Impossible, of course, but those were the sea mist days
of black and white tv.
Down on one knee
they formed a diagonal wave
across one half of the stage
with a crest of companions standing behind,
all eyes fixed on the shore of the future
as they desperately tried to sing the 50s into the 70s,
which still seem so recent to me.
Mike
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