Echoes of the Broadway Everglades

With our mythical Madonnas

Still walking in their shades

Lenny Bruce declares a truce

And plays his other hand

Marshall McLuhan casual viewing

Head buried in the sand

Sirens on the rooftops wailing

But there's no ship sailing

Groucho with his movies trailing

Stands alone with his punchline failing

Ku Klux Klan serving hot soul food

And the band plays In the Mood

A cheerleader waves her cyanide wand

There's a smell of peach

Blossom and bitter almond

Caryl Chessman sniffs the air

And leads the parade

He knows in a scent

You can bottle all you made

There's Howard Hughes

In blue suede shoes

Smiling at the majorettes

And smoking Winston cigarettes

And as the song and dance begins

The children play at home

With needles needles and pins