Vinyl Streets

John Kennedy,

John Kennedy,

What I’ll say, I don’t know—

That reality,

Don Kennedy,

Jonathan, let it go.

John F. Kennedy, man like serenity,

Step on the scene with a strange energy.

Told out like a train,

twenty of that bang,

Words hit hard when the whole room rang.

John Kennedy,

John Kennedy, History heavy but the flow stay ready.

Don Kennedy, Jonathan, name in the air,

I don’t know the reality—but I’m already there.