Hendrix is jamming
smoke rises out into
the blue skies
sweeping shades
of yesterday’s blues
when innocence
was too good to
hide and those
that welcomed it
where among angels
and the Gods gave
everybody a chance
to take the good
and the bad and roll it
like a fat joint
to pass around
and smoke it
to an ash...
Take everything these days
and nobody wants it back
because nobody cares
about yesterdays jams
or what it all meant
because it means shit
today and will mean
less tomorrow
while we just wait
for it to fade away
like Jimi did way
back in 1970 where
it faded into white
three days before autumn
when eternal rings of smoke
floated like butterflies
before they became lead

Charles Lara

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/led-wings/