The Pop Conglomerate (a poem)

I hope I haven’t edited the life out of this one. It started out quite rough.

The conglomerate
is starting to crumble
the pop is going flat

The old guard
has retreated to Vegas
the Grand Dame plays a red piano
the Lady is singing jazz and chanson

A few remain seduced
by the homogeneity of fame
the rest have started to break free

But a big week now
isn’t what it used to be
stars are only stars
on their own blocks

Someone is still home
but the lights have dimmed
while we revisit the palaces of old…

(22 July 2015)