The Last New Year’s Eve at the Pomp Room
Did you come for the burning,
or only to smell the highly amped guitars:
a crackle, some quavers,
sweat under the stage lights?
Torment yourself no longer.
Breathe deep and shake that ass free form,
to hell with the beat and booze.
And at 2 AM zoom your motor
for those that want to take you,
for those more lonesome than the hobo.
Charles Luden • 12-11-98 & 1-13-99 at Champps & E. 10th Hardee’s
Note: This took place Dec 31, 1998. I studied the place for years prior to this night: the music, the people, the rum and Cokes. This was written in two sessions, distilling the Pomp Room’s last night.