The  ribbon of  filmstrip

Known as linear time

Is starting to fray at the ends

Always travel west

Just like ol Jim said

“The west is the beeesst”

Oh, I know that was before my time….

In a club up the boulevard

Frequented by  ” rock stars”

Stored in happiest happy hour time

Through my time travel film strip

I can still remember

But cannot imagine quite

What it was like looking

That like, or like that, like

The everything of the past

Is the nothing at all of today

Too old to go out

Too bored to stay home

There’s not enough makeup

In all the world.