By J.J. Tindall
LED ZEPPELIN AT THE STADIUM, EASTER SUNDAY, 1977
Minick got grounded
For
Drinking. He sold me
His ticket
For twenty-dollars
In cash,
Walked up to me
In the hallway
At Our Lord
Of the Flies
All Boys Career
Academy
In
Naperville.
SOLD
AMERICAN!
We took
The Burlington-
Northern,
Then the Madison
Bus. “Everybody
Do
The
Madison!”
Same bus
On which
I was slipped
A packet
Of Angel
Dust (which
I ditched
Under the seat),
For giving this
Dude directions
For the Queen
Show. Anyhoo:
Our seats
Were below
The organ.
We had
Binochulars!
The air smelled
Of
Cherry.
Three-plus hours of brutal,
Unrepentant
Rock and
Roll.
Jimmy came out
In black Stormtrooper gear,
Breeches and
Jackboots, pilot’s
Cap. Then:
The White
Zoso
Suit.
Half-hour acoustic
Set
In the
Middle,
Smoke-bombs,
Green laster
Pyramids.
The air
Smelled the air
Smelled
Of
Cherry.
–
J. J. Tindall is the Beachwood’s poet-in-residence. He can reached at jjtindall@yahoo.com. Chicagoetry is an exclusive Beachwood collection-in-progress.
Posted on August 7, 2007