peace and love

you can smell
the marijauna
burning. still
in their lungs,
relics from
the sixties.
peace, love
and no war.
marching and
protest no
longer on their
minds. valet
parking seems
more important
now. glucosomine.
hot tea.
pony tailed
and hanging
on. awaiting
that first
social security
check while
the records
still spin,
hendrix and joplin.
ten years after
the who. it's not
over, but it's
getting dark.