and they all went out
awkward, lowering their gaze,
out one by one
once upon a time

the door was turning against
the clock –
sang-drank-loved each other

and we were standing on Bowery street
looking to the East
and punk rock had fade away
and CBGB was locked

… and then, everything will decay
into elementary particles
and even those nuggets that have left
will return to nothing
forget-do-not-forget.