Albert Einstein

When I first met Albert Einstein he was sitting in a park
Squinting at a newspaper, it was almost getting dark

strange little guy, I thought, his hair was outa hand
But I was soon to realize he could think to beat the band

Something in that paper I guess had made him sad and pensive
I don’t know how to read, I said, my skills are not extensive

He said you should know how to read, schools are everywhere
I said that I was raised up north by a she-wolf and a bear

He kind of rolled his eyes at that, I could see he did not believe me
He said that beast of that sort would not be able to conceive me

I did not argue with him, I could tell that he was bright
And he began to lecture on the rapid speed of light

He said that sound moves pretty fast but light is even faster
His vocabulary exceeded mind, he clearly was the master

My brain was getting overwhelmed, I needed some good cheer
So I suggested that we hit a bar where we could have a beer

He made a face at that and said that people over here
Were good at lots of things but they made lousy beer

I proposed that lousy beer was better than none at all
He admitted then that any beer would be a timely call

We saw a sign then down the road that said cold beer
`He said that if we were in outer space instead of here

a curved path to the bar would be shorter than a straight line
but since we were here on earth Euclid works just fine

And if you traveled a long way at a speed super fast
That when you returned almost no time had  passed

Inside the bar we sat down, ordered beer from a waiter
I asked for a pencil to take notes to read later

He chuckled at that and I asked why the mirth
He said the brightest of scientists over this earth

Didn’t understand what he told them, not in the least
So what would such complexities mean to a beast

Well he had me there, I had to admit
So I sat there in silence and thought for a bit

 While he blabbed on and on, about god isn’t gambling,
 Not throwing dice, and some other wild rambling

Nature has no sharp corners I heard him proclaim
I called to the waiter, ordered more of the same

He went to the pay phone and put in his dime
When he returned he said it was probably time

To get back to Princeton and figure out how to explain
His various equations that are causing so much pain 

I said that I had a few observations to make still
But he rushed out sticking me with the bill

Note: This poem was an early effort, probably late 2023. generally enjoyed