Rock & Roll Playa

In the shimmering haze of Cerritos night,
We gathered, a throng, under the desert's soft light.
The air thick with whispers, sweet scent of the green,
As we rolled doobers, we slipped into the dream.

Andrew Cole, a spirit born from Beatles' lore,
Liverpool's echo, on this Mexican shore.
With a voice like thunder, he summoned the past,
Doors' lust alive, in each chord he cast.

The playa danced, shadows in the fire's embrace,
We were wild, untamed, lost in time and space.
Rhythms of freedom, heartbeats intertwined,
In the sacred smoke, our souls aligned.

Guitars cried out, a siren's call,
Breaking the silence, shattering the wall.
We were poets, we were dreamers, in this fleeting night,
Bound by music, and the soft moonlight.

Oh, the stories we told, in the heart of the flame,
Names forgotten, but not the game.
We chased the spirit of Morrison’s might,
In the dance of shadows, in the deep of night.

Cannabis blooms under the stars' tender gaze,
We moved as one, in a starlit daze.
The melody carried us, far from the shore,
In the echo of rock, we found something more.

So here's to the night, to the 420 creed,
To the music, the magic, the moments we need.
In the heart of Cerritos, where our spirits soared,
We lived and we loved, and forever, we roared.