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
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