IT WAS A DAY
TO REMEMBER
KNEW IT WOULD BE
HOW COULD IT NOT
A DREAM FROM
YEARS AGO, COME
TRUE,
PERFECT WEATHER
COOL COMPANY
GREAT CREW
JUST ME
AND YOU,
PLUS SOME
CARROT BOMBS
DIVINE ROASTED ALMONDS
COOL TECHNICIANS
THE FAMOUS VIRGIN
COCKTAILS
ENJOYED ON THE SAME
PORCH WHERE HE
HIMSELF SAT DURING
MANY SOIRIEES
I’M GUESSING,
THE MASTER WITH
HIS DOG AND MASSIVE
STATURE LEADING
THE CHARGE,
HENRY WOULD HAVE
ENJOYED THE
BACK AND FORTH
THE TALES OF
INDECENT ACTIVITIES
IN THE OLDEN DAYS
OF THE BIG SUR
LEGEND, MOSTLY
PROBABLY REPEATED
A MILLION TIMES,
BUT IT IS TRUE
THAT THE BAD BOY
OF LITERATURE,
WAS A MAN WHO TOLD
IT LIKE IT WAS
AND IS,
UNAFRAID OF NAYSAYERS
OR ANYTHING
AGAINST HIS
RADICAL TALENT,

HE STANDS ON
ON THE PLATFORM
OF HIS DREAMS
MAKING THE
SOUNDS OF
MANY LIFETIMES:
ATTENTION TO
THE FINGERS
RANGING
UP AND DOWN
THE NECK
THE PEDAL
MOVES AT HIS FEET
THE SOUND BEGINS
TO A THRONG
OF WAITING RABID
FANS, READY
FOR THE FIRST NOTES
FAMILIAR YET
ANCIENT ROCK
HISTORY,
WILL HE SURFACE
TO THE LEVEL
OF GENIUS
EXPECTED
RESPECTED
REHEARSED
REVERSED,
IS THERE A FEAR
LYING IN WAIT
PUSHED BACK
BY THE NIMBLE
DIGITS, LONG
PALE HANDS
TRAVELING DEFTLY
PAUSING EVER SO
SLOWLY,
WAITING FOR THE
AUDIENCE TO
CATCH UP,
TIMING IS EVERYTHING
IN A PERFORMANCE
HONORING ANOTHER,
FOR THERE ARE BOUND
TO BE COMPARISONS
TEARS AND HOARSE
VOICES OF SHOUTING
SCREAMING
FLAILING
SAYING EACH WORD
ALONG WITH HIM,
UNDER THE BREATH
WATCHING A
TWIRLING
GRINDING ACT
OF GRACE, THE
RHYTHM BUILDS
AND FADES,
CLAMORING TO THE
TOP OF THE SCALE,