What ever happened to Yoko Ono?
asked my son, Sal. She’s an old lady
living in New York, I said,
old Japanese ladies live forever.
You mean she’s just some old lady
you wouldn’t notice at the grocery store?
Oh, I’d know her, I said, I’d see her
shopping behind those dark glasses.
Do you really think so? he asked
wearing his red, yellow and green toque
and scratching his chin like Bob Marley.
Talk of changing mandolin strings
and whose night it was to wash the dishes.
Wendy played her banjo, a wandering
oldtime tune called Cumberland Gap
that could just as well have been named
Whatever Happened to Yoko Ono.
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