Sunday, March 7, 2010

Jefferson Airplane Groove

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