Meeting Jimi
It started out like a dream
I was floating in the air
Amidst the blazin’ purple haze,
Green horizon,
And an orange moon
The globe was kind of crater like
As if turned inside out
I guess the universe must have shrunk
Kind of
So I asked this guy on the road
“Where am I?”
He said: “Electric Lady Land you fool. Where else?”
I inhaled the sweet scent in the air as I closed my eyes
And when I opened them
I was back
In this stupid chair
This is an original piece by Jose Bernardo.
2000 © Jose Bernardo All Right Reserved
Please note that the poem above is my original work and that I reserve all rights to it. If you wish to use or reprint anything from my website, please contact me first.