More namedropping

Namedropping with homo optimus

I daydream about having been there
the day the isley brothers first sang
when will there be a
harvest for the world
I would have sung and sung

or working on the day rothko
opened his studio in the morning
and decided to return
the cheque to seagrams
from MR with love

the afternoon spent drinking
to anticipate with genet
how the maids would move
even the parisians to applaud
not encore but certainly
au fait

laughing on the bus
with gil scott-heron
as he improvised on
the revolution will not
be televised

dreamt of seeing at first hand
a bitter lydon lining up the special brew
over the final mix
of poptones'
weird elusive screw

to have sat just one row in
the soviet congress hall
as yeltsin jabbed a hoary finger
to reign the communist party in
forever

it would have left me sapped
of joy and understanding
to have heard lou reed's
sonorous drawl through a grill
on new york's sidewalk
in the fall

there are a million
other missed opportunities
that it's safe for me to regret
for right now I have the
power of assertion
to put me to bed