fucking hipsters never saw jerry
on new years
off tickets you mail ordered in
and painted the return envelope
so the ‘random lottery’ of available tickets would
swing your way.
I saw the dead three times.
first time in la at the forum I passed out in my seat before the show even started
and woke up in the end, fully relaxed.
I think The Lord was saying I wasn’t ready yet.
best time was in vegas where it was faintly drizzly
which was perfect because it was hot
and the hippie girls wanted to dance with each drop
during Drums the stormclouds gathered and darkened
as the sunset tipped its hat with an extra burst of orange
and as it thundered, the two dead drummers echoed it
and played within it
Often predicting its rhythm and tripping everybody out.
most of all the dark,
who had just laid back
and watched it unfold.