The Beat

8 Nov

Precariously positioned

on a wobbly table-top,

our record player

waited for the

next installment

in the tale

of Pop

As small, black discs

released the sounds

that shook the world,

My sister tried to teach me

rock ‘n’ roll.

Then Buddy Holly died

and she would

cry herself to sleep,

But Elvis brought her back

with velvet tones.

Soon at The Cavern

embryonic superstars

began, a frantic journey

no-one could foresee,

but she was there

to tell the tale,

(and often does),

of how The Beatles

in a humble cave,

were born as

she looked on.

And very soon,

an era, would be

gone.

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