Dream Song

George and John played all through
the Hard Days’ Night,
eight days a week

for what seemed like an eternity.
The guitar strings
became string theory,

the universe was twins.
“Ever wonder why there’s no head
at the end of the guitar neck?”

Mr. Bones laughingly asked as he stole
a drumstick from Ringo
and symbolized the cymbals.

Paul played the base
from an Iraqi military base
turned into a prison for democracy.

Yoko drifted in and out of the room
as the music became wedged
between the present and the past.

Sean joined in on guitars
as the wheels came off the bandwagon,
but the band played on.