Counterfeit Woodstock

Counterfeit Woodstock

I was too young to recall the day Oswald got shot on live TV,

but I’ll never forget the frigid Monday night 17 years later.

A lot of dreams were killed that night, many other things too

Four kids from Ohio made it to the wake, carried there as if on a string.

Jeffrey remarked it felt like the last movie, the last rock and roll show,

the last waltz before doomsday all rolled into one.

Allison spotted Bill Murray smoking a cigarette.

Will thought of Zapata’s army gathering one last time.

Then it began to snow. And everyone sang.