Hot April Night

by Pam Newham

There’s nothing more ridiculous
than wrinklies at a rock concert.
On a hot April night they’re there.
In their thousands they’re there.
And the singer he’s over seventy
they say.
He starts to play
and they stomp their feet
Oh, Cracklin’ Rosie
Oh, Red Red Wine
Oh, Sweet Caroline
They even sway their
cellphone torches
They whoop More More.

Afterwards they hoist themselves
On to buses and trains
and they laugh and chatter.
Listen. They’re talking about
the sixties as if they were
yesterday.
Look. She’s resting her grey head
on his shoulder.
See how their eyes sparkle.
It’s downright disturbing.
Anyone might say they
were young.

Advertisements

One thought on “Hot April Night

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s