I wrote this over twenty years ago, though I don't think it was actually on New Year's Eve. If I recall correctly, it was published in some obscure poetry/literary magazine -- for which I received two issues as payment. Probably the literary equivalent of a college radio station.
Obviously I kept my day job.
New Year's Eve, 1980
They tell me psychedelia died.
Can this be so? They must have lied.
Where are Ringo? GeorgeJohnPaul?
Only echoes when I call.
Janis, Jimi - both are gone.
Grace Slick is older than my mom.
Punks sing songs no one can hear.
Top 40 fills my ears with fear.
Disco now the bands all play,
A decade's gone and passed away.
They tell me psychedelia died.
Can this be so?