Pearl

[RC James]

Quick, cosmic-cool,
you hurled every idea
your brain fireworked
into the trippy tipsy dawn,
and lit up the rackety
clapboard love city houses,
Southern Comfort swinging
at your side between healthy
swigs.

You rolled and rocked
all the way to one nite
paradise back seat hum,
hallucinated Hank Williams
beside you,
Montgomery to San Fran,
pedal down, sharing pills
and stage stories, but chaste,
you only touched beams of light
on each other's faces.

You grabbed him
out of his glum trance
with jokes and flippy takes
on silly songs you loved.

Ah, Pearl, you tripped
up and down the land
and left a trail of dazzled eyes
inside the dreamy night.

One time, you set midnight
on fire and couldn't run
it was so beautiful,
just sat in your painted Porsche,
grinned and grinned
until your shades fell
to the floor,
and you couldn't
pick them up
again.

[jhanover]

Serves up a great metaphor for the 60’s and 70’s Rock scene. Cool.