Go Johnny, Go,
Mixing it up with Jazz,
Our host brings teasing chords.
The response is nonchalant,
Yet I hear your blue day,
And can myself reflect sadly.
The rhythm moves me,
Fatally towards a salty tear,
When I remember you lately,
And my heart grips tight.
For once I would love blindly,
And fall deeply,
Never again to recover,
Without your eyes upon me.
Tinkling notes of pale mood,
A fluorescent swinging melody,
Feet tapping, fingers clicking,
And reveille boogies homeward.
How strange I should yield,
To a sorrowful recollection,
Steel guitars and funky piano,
Push me slowly overboard.
Is it too late, I still wonder,
For us to recapture our youth ?
The pleasant tuneful echoes,
Call me back to reality.
Mellow, rueful and almost lost,
My heart beats so silently,
The memory of you remains strong.....
Once seen never forgotten. L.S S.
To the music from Joe Stafford. A new friend.
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