Berkeley

 

Meet me on Telegraph today after noon

at that bar where we drink Bud from the can

we’ll take that table there near the window

and watch as the town folk go by

 

We’ll pretend there’s no shrine

at the lab on the Hill

no god to ascend there

no sinecure  to fill

no emblem,

no way finder,

no paradigm for evicting

the deception that leases our dreams

 

So meet me on Telegraph today after noon

We’ll talk of this dark-time descending

and in this twilight that calls it a day

We’ll sit at that table by the window

and watch as hope trucks on by

Copyright Graeme Murphy 2000-2021

 

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Berkeley 1977