I’m in that movie
Festival Express
shot up there in
Canada the summer
of ‘70 when I was
19-years-old you
can spot me during
the Calgary segment
when Pigpen is
jamming and I’m
standing there rocking
out skinny as shit
in my antique glasses
denim shirt and little
bebop hippie hat
with a scraggly beard
as if in some queasy
time machine drinking
vodka with Janis those
huge nightly bonfires
we had with all the
cowboys in town for
the Stampede passing
the reefer across the
naked eyes of some
young pretty girl face
with the core of my
poem in hand like the
Ray-O-Vac I shone up
into the Northern Lights
to get a glimpse of how
I must look now