The open windows single glazed panes rattle
in tune to the vibe of a steel guitar.
The twelve by twelve dorm room seethes
with hormones and dust bunnies.
Though the mornings light was barred full entrance
to the room by the buildings overhang and the western exposure;
the nicotine and marijuana stained drop shades defy the light
scratching edgily to the Stratocaster’s reverb.
A backwash of blues, overlaid
with the likes of a pipe organ’s squeal;
wretches sleep from drug addled brainpans.
As a bushy haired black mans long fingers pluck
a machine guns ratatat tat and a Hueys blade thwop
“Oh say can you seeeeeeeeeeee….” echos off the vinyl
through the ether and into future draftees hung-over dreamscape.
A proud, cursing, sacrilegious rendition…….
“by the dawns early light …………
Feather pillows are pulled over shoulder length hair
as “bombs bursting in air………….
The musical phrase hits a long noted pause and
visions of napalmed children scream
through the Daliesque dream.
into the reality of Jimi’s throng.
“o’er the land of the free………and the home of the brave.”