Jinny

(poem adapted to music)

Jinny and I drove home
from Rick's make shift jam
in Santa Cruz;
Voice blending over
backbeats and humboldt gold

She talked of the multi nation
powwow in New Mexico
As the smoke from a
half-rolled joint tuned into
the medicine men
on her car stereo

Ancient and modern trails of tears
cover Choco Canyon;
Lost cultures poke out
for instant recognition

Refrain: In the beating of the drums
eight death battles
dance for honor

Smaller tribes
find solace in larger ones
one can even find wisdom
in shits taken in the morning

Refrain

The tribes live
with Columbus' mistakes
and had Marx beat
by 10,000 years
They say...

What rights to do the lands have
when the sky belongs
to everyone?