Second revision of a piece that began as a cinq-cinquain, the poem about Layne made me think of it.

Neil’s Lament, Old Man Takes a Look
Jagger
sang shine a light
for the original
Stone rolling fast to the bottom,
falling

Another
fed back
electric blues
like no other axe man,
lost in the haze of ladyland,
alone

As well,
the poet
who’s lost for words
moaning condemning notes,
fled his country a rider on
the storm

And so,
young ones
wasting away,
you’ve heard this dirge before:
old man warned of the damage done,
listen

We had the best time at your party. The wife and I thank you very much.

Thanx for the kind words.
This started out longer, with a stanza devoted to Layne and Janis, but the connection wasn't there. I whittled this one down, and have held strong to not make it longer.
It seems, in others' opinion, that I produce some of my best stuff when held within the confines of a form. Actually, I've found a lot of people produce some really impressive stuff when restriction is enforced.

very good