Elliptical Voyage

If every piece of writing has a thousand faces, then a poem must have a few hundred, at least.  So many incarnations possible.
Here's one:

Elliptical voyage  

Music

Inside my head 

Lends Creedence to the rainfall 

With eyes closed

I'm running

Back in time 

Back to brown leather and red flannel 

Back hair and blues music 

Echoing

Moving past Neil Young,

Dylan's acoustic set, 

Harmonicas soothe the

Glare of neon idols

Is this nowhere? 

Does anybody know where

The darkest night 

Has a few bright stars...

Baby, 

Let me

Follow you down.