Legend

Nearby, drained, workaday faces pass by:

Working people with working class woe:

Faces bent in suffering, near hopelessness, made indiscriminate rue.


But turn on the car radio as the people pass by within earshot:

Music escaping from the radio,

Like the paradisal bird escaping from the

Proverbial gilded cage:

The otherworldly, mesmerisingly liberating rock, blues, jazz, and

Poetry of the Doors;

The antic, agonized meditations and harmonies, the unfettered idealism and

Humanity, the driving, rocking rhythm of the songs of John Lennon;

The rustic, soaring harmonies, the heartfelt, universal humanity of the

"Cosmic American Music" of LA "rhinestone cowboy" Gram Parsons:

Working class faces passing by, suddenly smiling, happy looking for 

The first time that day, Spirit enduring, Victory assured.

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