have survived fifty years of each others company,
whilst enlarging the world's stage,
on and off, and on again, playing stadia
and selling T shirts, as befits them and their bank balances*.
As the blackest white men on the planet playing the blues
they love to share their bruises,
and live by being a public provocation.
They love breaking as many petty laws
and offending minor public morals as they can.
Do they prove in any way that the morals and laws
they break are pointless? Or does their dotage,
intact, point instead to how the life
of excess leads to the place of wisdom?
*More money is made from the selling of T shirts
and other merchandise than ever the music makes
in royalties, or from ticket sales.
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