Mayday, Mayday

By: Charles Giuliano - May 08, 2020

 

Mayday, Mayday

In the merry month of May
A less than perfect day
More like winter
Threat of Nor’Easter
Possible snow
At higher elevations
Forecasters say
If you catch the drift
Gloom and misery
Everywhere
Stormy Weather
But without Lena Horne
For a dash of blues
Sadly unseasonable
Not a tad reasonable
My standard greeting
When asked how are you
Generally so insincere
As most folks are
Reeking of apathy
Blandly stating
Have a nice day
As if they give fig
Or even a prune
Drinking before noon
Like Scott and Zelda
Once all the rage
The roaring twenties
The Jazz Age
Before shit hit the fan
The Great Depression
Here and now
For ever and ever
Round and round we go
Where it stops nobody knows
The lousy spring
Lingering on and on
When summer finally comes
With wilting heat
An empty Shed
BS for the BSO
Looking forward
To season that
Never happened