The Shipwreck of Cool — a poem

Wikipedia (with slight modification)

Fingers snapping.
No one napping.
Miles on the stereo.
Solving the dilemmas of life.
Searching for answers that ring true.
Philosophers’ soundtrack: Kind of Blue.

Earnestly said.
Writ by the dead.
Wisdom tried by fire.
Syncopation turns the table.
We argued controversies rife.
But remained bosom friends for life.

Fifty years gone.
Time moved us on.
Speech now is less free.
Politics now polarize.
Discussion used to be cool.
Condemn the party that rules and…
Die as a poet, philosopher or fool.

It just makes me –
Kind of blue.