This poem purports to have been written around Phil’s birthday (“it was Kookie’s birthday”) and given that Chris’ principal time at 340 was 1977; I place the evening described as July 7, 1977. I believe Sil was the sober Mexican peasant. Mitch was Mitch. I am the Walrus and apparently I musta wormed. I believe this was the evening that I wore a Dashiki and, for some reason, destroyed it on the dance floor. In any case, I present the following poem from the Poet Laureate of the 340 Club:
B.P. – “the cheapest way to get your motor running”
By Christopher E. Joyce
Last week there came to town an event,
Called the Bonnie Parker Band,
They came and put upon all
The spell of Rock’s command.
Sweet Bonnie is all rocks queen glitter
She’d scream and jump and shout.
And make you listen to her songs
And get your ya ya’s out.
The music was that of precision so
Crisp and loud and clear.
And I felt no alcohol confusion
Drinking water instead of beer
Mitch was drunk and it was Kookie’s
Birthday the atmosphere was pleasant
And in the midst of all this mania
Danced a sober Mexican peasant
When Bonnie’s old and out of rock
When her instruments all rust,
She’ll remember of all things that night,
She danced with the walrus
Everyone who was there would gladly
go back for more.
Rumor has it in
That there’s a lady ashore.
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