Time
to turn the page, Al.
We’re
all looking over your shoulder
To
see what happens next.
Don’t
suppose you’ll tell us –
Keeping
things close was
Part
of your style.
Time
to pack up your kit, Al.
Some
of the band’ve gone before you.
This
hall echoes all the other
Halls
you played in. (Not forgetting
The
dynamics of the Wirrina Drive-In!)
So,
put the speakers back
Before
you leave. Bev’s
Straightened
her lipstick
And
lit her last cigarette.
Good
night, Al, from us all –
Drummers
are always the last
To
leave the hall.
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