He was Pop
He was Guitar
He was song and dance and drugs
He was Rock'n'roll
a beat in drums
He had the lines
He smoked cigars
He read newspaper
in ashes spread on the table
He worked hard
apart from weekends
He studied law
He knew some girls
He was the man
who knew them all
He was the voice of thunder
cracking in the living room
He smelled concrete
He marched obscene
He is the New
the Force
the Truth
as we pass by
and breath him in.