Changing Times, Worcester 1963 Poem by stephen west

The Tour.
Everley Bros, Bo Diddley, Little Richard
And an opening band called The Rolling Stones.
The Place.
Old Worcester on the Severn, home of Elgar
The beautiful cathedral and King John’s bones.
The Time.
Phil was going demented. Richard found God
The Stones just in the pop charts at twenty eight.
The Show.
These lads create waves with their rocking blues style.
The fifties stars I’d gone for were truly great.
But After.
Sprawled across the benches in a Wimpy Bar
Five London Lads munch burgers and chips with Coke.
So popped in for a coffee and nodded them.
Said “I liked the show” but thought they’d make a joke.
What Followed
Mick and Brian, the intense one, wanted crit
Charlie smoked and listened. Keith was out of it.
Bill, off trying to phone his wife had the van.
We talked of music and I learned to say “Man”
Minutes with this band then they went on their way.
But we would make it, both me and they.
Now.
Never saw them live again I have to tell.
But after 40 years I still know them well.