The open window's single glazed panes rattle
in tune to the vibe of a steel guitar.
The twelve by twelve dorm room seethes with hormones
amongst the mattressed floor's limb woven lovers and dust bunnies.
Though the mornings light is 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 rat-a-tat tat and a Huey's 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
as 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.”
*The first day of Woodstock..I didn't go :( good girls? stayed at school.