Jimi

 
1959, birth of the greatest  
kick off to the legendary status.  
 
THE        fella loved to air guitar along with the  
 
GREATEST  records played on the radio but the  
 
GUITARIST in him never woke up till he found a ukulele  
                 in a garbage bin  

EVER           since then he began playing Presley's hits  
                 on just its one string  
 
he hit and he hit , from a ukulele to an acoustic  
but can't get enough he wanted more of it  
His fingers were dying to get the beast  
hunger made his head sore with all the tunes his ears  
had seized  

Then came '59 , his father gave him a single pick up  
elec.  
Although it wasn't the exact one he had dreamt  
he couldn't resist , the amps amplified his emotion  
devote of his own feelings , not even a MACHINE GUN  
could shatter his notion.  
His days were gloomy , doomed by PURPLE HAZE  
but starvation wasn't an obstacle for the countless  
hours he played  
alone with the BURNING OF THE MIDNIGHT LAMP  
"kiss me" said his frets when his fingers caught cramp  
now where he once sat is where they all stand  
everybody who came before and after him was just his  
VOODOO CHILD  
coz his howling seems echoing even now when THE  
WIND CRIES.  
six was too less for him to rip ,what if 6 WAS 9.  

Notes he strummed was the world through his lens  
I wish I had born a bit earlier to get THE EXPERIENCE  
but its sad that he left us all at twenty seven  
but WHO KNOWS he might be right now rocking out  
heaven  
oh that mystical image in my mind,  
Jimi with his LITTLE WING  
enjoying the flames on his six string.  
 
 
 
written for ML's historical comp..