Progress
PROGRESS
What happened to that coffee bar
With the pinball machine
That focused our attention and verve
On Saturdays when I was sixteen?
Where did all those girls go
That wore flared skirts and white socks
As we listened to American rock ‘n’ roll
On the juke box?
They’re still around, but changed
With time’s passage there;
And the phenomenon called progress,
Diluting the verve, damping the flare.
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