A 1978 punk concert in Seattle

Took a large slow ferry from Bremerton,
made my way to a theater sized hall.
To see the Talking Heads, a taste of New York
leave to a standing ovation after an encore
of Take Me To The River, that was majestic.
Exhausted, I slowly walked to the pier
slept two hours on a hard wooden bench.
On leather jacket, the pillow for my head.
A displaced punk rocker thru and thru
but I too loved Elvis, the Beatles,The Who.
Took ferry back, fell hard to my knees
as the sun came up on a record shop.
Covered with union jacks and a giant sign
Announcing to all, Keith Moon was dead.