An Unforgettable Moment With John Lennon
The Christmas theme was ‘space’.
Santa and his space-helpers
worked on the sixth floor.
I was the proud captain
that piloted the space-rocket elevator.
Lennon entered with a big guy in shades and a suit.
We rode up to the fifth floor.
At the time I was trying to grow a Beetle mop.
Lennon turned to me.
“Cool hair,” he said.
I’ve got all the albums” I blurted.
(It was 1964, there were only three).
“Cool”
At the fourth floor
a bunch of girls.
I could hear their excited screaming
as once more I descended
to earth.
Later I checked my hair in the store mirror.
‘Hey’ I thought,
‘I really am cool!’
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