Glastonbury Tor Meant...

No mud, tents or rain,
just vicarious pleasure
or indifference at
a nom-de-bling's appearance
on the hallowed stage.

Before, ago, then:
Shepton Mallet wierdos
and hairy people
watching outsiders playing
on a gimcrack stage.

It's just cor-por-ate;
don't delude yourself man,
the gauchos galloped
for their festival dinero
on nostalgia's stage.

Feet up, telly on;
the satellite picture
mitigating
a faint and residual echo
of my hippy stage.