Hipster Head Bob For Alan Poem by r james sterzinger

the old days
the music I
played long and hard
off of deep black as night
stereo records was rock n roll

loved rock and roll
thought it was the be all
the end all

in the bars, in the clubs
me and the boys
did the hipster head bob
it truly was
the only dance we could do

(though I cut the rug with
a few cuties if I was drunk enough)

but for us it was the hipster head bob
and we bobbed our heads ups and down
up and down to the Styx to Journey
even to the Beach Boys and the Beatles

we bobbed our heads like drunken turkeys
(we were drunken turkeys)
and we really bobbed to the Beach Boys and the Beatles
because that's what the girls liked
and we wanted to show them we were cool


thirty years later
its Puccini, its Rossini
its Benjamin Britten and Wagner
its Rostropovich and the long dark notes
that come from his cello that makes me tick

the girls are gone and are mothers
and spouses of others

and this morning its Puccini
and the hipster head bob
is a million miles ago