tribute band

you go to see
a beatles
tribute band.
they look like
john paul George
and ringo, with
their hair
and all of their
mannerisms.
each song is
a virtual duplicate
of all those songs
you heard as
a kid. you know
every word
by heart.
and it doesn't
bother you
when the wig
on paul slips off
in the middle
of yeah yeah yeah.
he picks it
up at the end
of the song
and casually slips
it back onto
his bald head
then says in his
faux british accent,
I hope no one saw
that, laughing.
where the hell
did the time go
you think, flagging
down a waitress to
order
another stiff
drink.