jewbilee

the jewbilee was crowded
we saw a lot of backs
we got some magazines to read
from a tall man named max

we sat in vinyl splendor
we sniffed the season's air
we wore our nicest clothing
and our washed and curly hair

the music was delicious
they didn't call our names
altho there were some minor gaffes
nobody took the blames

the stars outside were brighter
despite the advanced hour
we vanished in the gutter night
infused with hebrew power