Emerald Drive calls to me
That back porch amongst the trees
Refreshed anew with chilled tea
Shoot politics upon the breeze
Sweet Georgia night air alive
With music and hoot owl calls,
Talk of nights with Deep Blue Sun,
Grateful Dead, Atlanta fun,
Of peace and hippiedom days,
How media changed our ways,
How new algorithms rule,
The subversion of freedom,
An anarcho fascist tool,
Tweeted by White House demon.
Now all I can do is dream
Of Ice cold beers from Athens,
On astral plane fly moonbeam,
Please take me back to Athens.

Harry Rogers, In the Red Bedroom, 15th January 2021