The last time I was at the Market Theatre
I watched PJ Powers play Janis Joplin
in a childish haze of awe and fear.
This was certainly no Chopin
And what I knew of drugs, sex, and rock and roll
whispered in an elephant’s ear.
Now
I breathe air thick with Tiger Balm
And I miss you
as if you were here
as if you were real.
