I Was Gone

Yes in the sense of those

lost Daddy-ohs of Chicago..

feeling the heat of the beat

in my old stomping grounds

and the generation that

generated me surrounding me

in the essence of their progeny

eating hot food perfect on the spot

together, all the histories snapping

to attention in what we all recognized

as a rare moment.

Then, the plumbing failed, and we all

suddenly realized, ( the die hards...the ones 

that were still there late)....that what we had

been theoretically intellectualising became

.....what?...two morphed Johnnies on the spot?