A Poem For the New Year

| January 1st, 2021


by J. Hughes

A song with no tune

We’ll always remember

No beach bars in June

No race in November


No seat on the aisle

To play the mad foreigner

No billy goat smile

In Wise Guys Corner


The year that was not

Has come to an end

Accepting our lot

We turn ‘round the bend


It’s time for a star

In the dark night sky

A sweet au revoir

To the merde gone by


But what is that sign?

Oh what will it be?

What moment divine

To set our souls free


It could be this Sunday!

It could be this team!

A new world on Monday,

From nightmare to dream.