Jim, Janice and Jimi
Strolled in about sunrise
Janice sang a bit…it made me feel free
Windshield wipers keeping time
I wished I was Bobby Mcgee
Jimi ate a bowl of Trix
Submerged in Purple Haze
He spoke of a Foxy Lady
In a Manic Depression Maze
Jim just had a beer…it was morning, for God sakes
Remarked how People were Strange
And lethal “bathtub lakes”
Then all three disappeared
Leaving shadows midst the room
I walked outside…I laughed, I cried
To reflect on iconic tomb
That morning I’d lost…A Piece of my Heart
But there’s one thing I’d bet
Rock and Roll has a piece of my soul
And Rock and Roll…never forgets
Then the “Wind Cried Mary”
But Mary wasn’t there
Just an aging, anxious man
With graying locks of hair
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