August 1971, Martin stood
among the delirious crowd,
watching alien musician so cute
Perform on a strange esoteric lute;
Madison Square Garden, blasting
Boisterous Unkempt young guys fling
their hands up swaying to
the alien music transfixed
The long bearded boy, reeked
of marijuana, turned and kissed
the screaming girl by his side,
holding her in a tight embrace.
‘A miracle taking place here’
declared celebrated musician
with a benign smile and curly hair,
launching into a crescendo so fair
‘A whole new country carved out;
delivered, thank my music, far out
May 2020, Martin Jr. stood, alone
At the same spot, on, forlorn
A dark and black night, to pray
not for some people far away,
But for the deliverance of men
and women of his ilk, forty-nine
years later, miracle yet to happen
Oh the land of opportunity, dreams