What We Have in Common

it was the time of saxophones
fingering each honey pot
this wasn’t a beer game
everybody’s talking about
pants & round table struts
this was war & memory kids
tell us yearly sentences of
drama with traitors in our gloves
this was a ball room defection
& songs are broken volares
that skip at family places
no wonder elephants have scars
one last law to take to the jungle
just find the water