It's Friday 3 pm and the meeting Is winding down. The lecture halls are down to a bare quorum Just one or two per row And no one in the rear. The schedule, too Has many bare spots Where speakers never came. Displays Are being knocked down and repacked While books are sold for half their price; it's cheaper Then to ship them home again. The message boards are filled with notes of meetings Which took place night before the last And urgent messages posted up on Monday For Dr. so-and-so, who did not claim them By nightfall they will all be in the trash. The staff of the hotel, who until now Stayed on the sidelines, not to intrude or disturb Now trundle props across the carpet floor For the convention set to follow: Independent rock and roll record producers. Paper cups empty of beer roll in the corners Abandoned newspapers cover empty seats Last good-byes and yes, last papers Some are surprisingly good, but no matter They play to a near-empty house And there is hardly a question, when ever so many Still have to catch a late plane to the West. That's how he last hours pass Until the time comes for The last slide, and The last words And it's all Over. Philadelphia, 4 June 1982
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Author and Curator: Dr. David P. Stern
Mail to Dr.Stern: david("at" symbol)phy6.org .
Last updated 13 July 2011