this morning #541.

this morning, the summer of love had quickly cooled off into a winter of discontent & she was caught between seasons. as she sat in the long line of cars heading to the speedway, she studied her boyfriend, unwashed & hairy & high, holding the wheel of his VW bus like it was an extension of his body. she dug his calm attitude towards life but when it spilled over into a lack of emotion, she started to sour on him. all she needed right now was to hear mick belt out “gimme shelter” or “sympathy for the devil” & lose herself in the music. much later, during “under my thumb,” there was a biker, a knife, a black man & a gun. while she didn’t lose herself in the music, she certainly felt lost.