Fantasy afternoon with Joni Mitchell.

Beginning - we would swap
Our Graham stories - hers
Would be slightly more
Glam, by nature of her
Rock and roll lifestyle.

We wouldn't eat but smoke
Native Americans and swig
From the hip flask he bought.
She would admire
The slight crust on the engraving.

I would play my version
Of Woodstock. I wouldn't
Tell her that my friends
Prefer it
To hers.

She would talk of
The time Rolling Stone
Made a tree list of
Her lovers.

I would confess my number
And she would like me
A little less.