Joe Wheeler

Oh dear Joe Wheeler,

Show stopper, the deft scene stealer

I hope, I hope I can remember the lines

Only now do I understand the signs

Veteran, master, mentor, sage

A mystic meant for a different age

Bearded massage parlors of dissonance

Whittle away hours for a few dollars and cents

How's Donna? Say hello to Terry

Carpool miles jammed traffic will bury

Talks of rebellion ride in the patrol

Sit at our stations as the work day takes it's toll

Come now drunken Santa, make merry rhyme

Fumbling the muse, I'm the poet this time

Now on the stage of my history

You kept the spinning of words a mystery

Irradiated poet nuclear poems you make

But now from you the words I will take