Washington Park

On a sweltering hot summer night Neath the dingy glow of a broken street light In the urban jungle of black versus white Here staged the final contest for who is right Gathered then the desperate men in royal vestments Who sit and ponder on those concrete benches Of all misfortune left upon this field Where reckless men refuse to yield Their broken egos here laid to rest Some say Bobby Fisher was the best Knight with Squire, Bishop and Queen All shall bow before the King Again they shall contest this day Some sunny afternoon in May And then I hope I get a chance to play