In the room the poets come and go
Talking of Maya Angelo
yes, there will come a time
but that time is here
our globe on the rotisserie baking
we hope against hope
we fear what we fear
In the room the old hippies come and go
Talking of San Francisco
the time has come and maybe past
for clever image and keen contrast
for clinging to our youth, our last
fond memory is fading fast
In the room the cowboys come and go
Talking of the rodeo
