iPodding in the past
listening to the airplane
hurtle me through time
back
a yearning aura
instantly glowed
bubbling youthful
from that weird
innocent time
everything could be ok
but probably not and yet was
in that summer of love
airplane chords change in
smooth druggy wonderment
almost jazz not quite rock n'roll
clear clean ballards sung slick
with jorma licks
like a youth we never had
Sunday, March 7, 2010
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