Out of Haight Ashbury they came,

Seeking & finding fortune and fame,

Less a finger did not make his future lame,

Acid, dope, dust & smack burned each’ brain…

A powerful ability to create a following,

A hundred & fifty or more shows to hear them sing,

Jazz riffs, acid rock, country they did of it all wing,

No crown needed but Jerry was still king…

Ever now or forever dead,

To death they were ultimately led,

Life I would have given in their stead,

I look forward to that day when I do die,

To see again and hear him play,

This I say with all truth as I cannot my love deny…

© ed J 12/18/06