The Scene

The scene; neath bright moonbeam

Yeah, its real, not some loony’s dream

Yo, it may seem a peculiar theme

Havin no trace of blood atall seen

 

After he’d been put down underground

All thought that’s the end of rad sound

But found instead when askin around

Sweet beat’s enhanced that latest mound

 

Down beneath that graveyard’s ground

In a pine box, where he’s laid away

He’s now playing graveyard melodies

Which he plays just night not day

 

Along with a deceased, feminist assist

They’re both playin the graveyard twist

While she plays the saxophone

He continues bending his wrist

 

Now, musicians which put him to rest

Come round to hear that crazy sound

Most thinkin it might just be OK

Playin with them neath the ground

 

They’re since doin a cadaver honky-tonk

Sometimes a tomb-stone rock and roll

But there’s sweet sound all the night

Coming up from way down below

 

No bone groan, instead tone of saxophone

With guitar to match that ‘phone’ tone

A gyrating cadaver cadence gettin goin

Swingin prone, neath a happnin headstone

 

Hop of hip, bling’s night’s graveyard jive

Flip floppin, n’ be-boppin, midnight to five

A testament that music will always survive

Even way down in an underground archive

 

Until birds and bees and daylight arrive

All shuts down, pretendin nuthin’s alive

 

 

Reviews

[Soren]

This reminds me of a couple of songs "Monster mash" and :Graveyard rock" old clasics. A lot of fun in this poem, Thanks for the smiler.

[Dave Brown]

LOL
I remember Monster Mash but not Graveyard Rock
I'll have to get Google to play it for me
Have a jolly day

[Betty Hermelee]

A very clever, haunting thought....but you set the scene so well, it's almost believable....love the night tunes comin from down below... with others jammin in...the point being that music will always survive even from a cadaver!!! well done Davie!
Warmly,
BESTB

[Dave Brown]

With me, as a rule, receiving (I before E) relatively few comments, each one becomes that much more special, however receiving (ditto) a commentary from BESTB becomes a special, special (redundancy intended) moment of gratitude, one that makes each carefully composed aspect of writing poetics worth even that much more worthwhile.
Many thanks for creating the opportunity of brightening my day!!
Once again,
Grateful thanks, warmly BESTB

[Betty Hermelee]

I always comment! And that’s because I like your hidden humor…
Warmly
BESTB

[Arundass TP]

A heart touching poem. Enjoyed reading 👍

[Dave Brown]

Many thanks
Appreciate both your visit and comment