Past Closing Time at the Endtime Saloon
By Robert Frazier
The piano man’s an australopithecine
Cheap suit yes but diamonds on his soul
Hammering the Zika Blues in 7/8s time
His Sun Ra headdress is really a camera
The barkeep sports Einstein’s locks
And the tongue of a nightingale
Her advice is always an equation
Love on one hand > evol on the other
A Marie Curie fan club is evolving tricks
Spinning radium into plutonium and
Gold into magazines of lead
The clock chimes 2 minutes to midnight
While the Kid and cowpoke Genghis Khan
Turn it back with a ‘60s peace march song
Where have young girls and men gone
“Gone to Boot Hill every one”
And above the bar Ghandi paints a mural
Of glowing truths on dead TV screens
