Judy, Joni, And Joan Poem by Sonny Rainshine
Judy, Joni, And Joan
Judy, Joni, and Joan,
the balladeers of sixties folk,
the minstrels of protest:
where are you; where did you go?
Aren’t you a little old
to be sneaking joints
in smoky cellars
in Greenwich Village now?
Come out, come out;
there’s work to do.
Sing us out
of the funk.
Tell us about magic dragons
and tragic heroes;
Inscribe our anguish
in clefs and notes and,
most of all…
sing something pretty.
This has sent me straight to my ipod to play 'From both sides now' - one of my Joni faves...lovely ode here Sonny...esp like the final stanza. j.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/29/2024 12:25:51 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Oh man, I miss this music, too. It was nice to actually understand the words. You have stirred some great memories, Great piece. Thanks Richard