what happens to woodstock people

mama cass couldn't sing until after the accident.

hendrix didn't think he could sing at all.

van thinks this is a good place for a sax solo.

brian jones tripped maybe just as much as syd. 

look closely: in old photos their eyes jiggle. 

sunset the groupie has a sunflower face.

and thirty years later she’ll sip sunset red zinger

tea with lipstick lips and work checkout so

her bank has something to do with its weekends.

last stop for lonesome dave will be coney island.

then homelessness. today he is hoping

god sends him a message on a cloud as

box car graffiti clanks by like a moving museum.

ghosts of depression hobos passing in scratched

caskets. why yes. dave’s still waiting to return

to yasgur’s. but meanwhile, a whole generation

lost their ponytails. but hey joe, you’ve got this

nostalgia thing down: like staring at scuffed shoes.