SIDE

SIDE

smokestack lightnin’

wild side
other side
                  flip
side

bit
on the side

I hears you
   can’t do nothing
when twelve bar slide
or blow
   that blues harp

so much death in that ocean
under that mud-brown river

hell yes

I’ve studied that time
saw how
it lost
     its colour

all that
glorious grey

      war never over
till its over

divide outside always
                   first inside

STONES

STONES
  
I saw the scene
in the Chess Studio film

so iconic and
yet the moment did
not know it
yet

revolution in the music
of the muddy river
with all
its deltas and
tributaries
(do not
   trust me to
describe it, go read
Derek Walcott’s
fabulous poem)

broke blues legend affronted
at the cheek of these
five skinny
     ultra pasty white
long-haired
dionysian ruffians

unloading amps on their turf
like it was all
        in a day’s work

just part of the process of
legend, transformation of life
into mythology

yes, Mr Waters, welcome
to epic
    they took their name
from one
of your records (or maybe
it was some
Jewish folk singer’s)

step opon Olympus
they say and of course
do not say

they are the music of this time
this changing time
come full circle

from hereon in
it is pure Rolling Stones