voyage
a trip is what
i seek
hop on amtrak
i'll figure a destination
it seems
there are classics
sitting next to me
nina to the left
to the right, billi
and i hear frank zappa down a row or 2
jammin wit jerry, jimi, and the rose
damn, who knew?
while across from me luther and barry
bring harmony
and all i can think is
this train, must be heaven bound cuz
freddie and curt are across the isle
with sammy and frank s. croonin rat pack style
and even big and pac chuckle it up with wide
robust smiles
while jam master jay scratches
w-w-w-w-w-wicked and wild
left eye, huggin them
while "baby girl" hums a tune
and i understand, now
my song is gone too soon
cuz
i could have never understood then
like i do
now
honor in memory
blend with eachother
soul music