Cosmic Blues Poem by keith Durante

Levi's, sandles, and album news,
the sacred order of our dues,
we came of age in sixty nine,
every whispered breath, a mystical sign,

friends were we like no other,
wandering sages and earth, our mother,
our heroes were Jimi, Janis and John,
before long, our peace trip was gone,

we were shadows of psychedelic hue,
bohemians searching the true point of view,
we bathed in rainbows and expounded verse,
never imagined our world could get worse,

we'd meet at the club down on the lake,
wishing the roads, our lives would take,
we covered each other with tender care,
digging the blues through stupor and stare,

we parted forever one hot sultry night,
on into life, so real with its' fright,
prodical return with nowhere left to bruise,
Purple haze, backlights, and cosmic blues...