BLUE CHEESE AND OLD PICKLES

BLUE CHEESE AND OLD PICKLES Looking back at the decades gone by Over the wall at hammers and sickles Berlin with a certain oldworld appeal Just the setting for spy novels, I feel For me, blue cheese and old pickles A ‘60s memory that’s now gone dry Blue cheese veins, a suggestion of age Old pickles in vinegar make me wince Some say they all were different times With the red versus blue secret crimes But has remained unsettled, ever since If reading history, seeing the next page As the bear wakes, an eagle flies again But glancing over a different shoulder Only across oceans and never a bridge Is it now time to clear out that fridge Threats of war both hotter and colder Yet nervous tension will always remain Cheese may leave a tang in the throat Especially if they’re considered as blue Pickles are always sharp on the tongue But was that a dirge that I heard sung Perhaps it is time to know what’s true And ignore what all the papers wrote