Rehearsed

We didn’t know the backdrop of chance
used to collect for boys for a new band,
all the chaos and drama,
the selection process that took for guys
and made them the voices, sights and sounds
of the Monkees band.

Upon the screen the appeared
such a marvelous mix of magic, humor and melodies,
first perhaps a bit awkward,
a bit unpolished or refined
dependent upon others for their imaged.

But in time their beat found its thrum,
their hearts and souls drifted into the wind
where they became a harmony
spilling the sounds of a generation,
while making us believe they were truly
acting out their behavior on purposes.

When the limelight dimmed on television,
after the magic slowly faded,
for a while they toured and gave us their music
though we got more snared by other groups.

Still the albums and spirit lingered
sometimes in reflection
it continues to haunt
like a fingerprint you can’t forget,
having blessed us with one more nostalgic cog
in the memories of a turbulent era
with those tunes like Daydream Believer
and The Last Train To Clarksville
rising on the radio
to stir the mind with flashbacks.