Janis
Janis
I can still hear that raspy, smoky voice
that could belt out a bluesy rock song.
Every time I see a Mercedes I can’t help
thinking of you imploring the Lord for one.
A young woman from Texas who dressed
more like a hippie from San Fran.
I will always wonder if she and Bobby McGee
rode that semi the whole way to New Orleans.
She stole a piece of my heart when she left
Big Brother and went out on her own.
Sadly, she flamed out like a young sun
that goes supernova.
She joined the twenty-seven club and
passed into music history.
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