We waited and waited. Stoned for Sly. Southern sons and daughters
of the Rainbow Tribe. Under Georgia Tech’s Big Tit.
Sucking in the marijuana, blowing out the heat.
Former debs with shag cuts and torn jeans; their good old boy
friends who used to hunt and fish, now glitter rocked, ready
with red painted nails and the latest Mott the Hoople tape
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Photo of Miles Davis at Lennies-on-the-Turnpike, 1968
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