Standing on his head
Shoeless, he memorized his daily Emily
Before spilling his long, white beard into his soup
Then bare-footing it to the theatre
Where the actors and I
Were rehearsing his translation
From the Latin of "The Captives"
It was rat-stinking hot that Summer
And we all loved each other so much
Lugging all his gear
Wheezing, up the hill to the studio
He had to go horizontal for half an hour
Before gathering the breath to sing
While the drummer and I
Made sure everyone had their charts
And were ready to kick some ass
It was slippery cold that Winter
And we all loved each other so much
Numb to dead, drinking
Alone, listening to all their chatter
Shop closed. the writers one and all unemployed
It was a funeral of the dead
After living our dreams
We awoke to oblivion
It was the end of the free press
The last goodbyes on a lovely autumn afternoon
between all of us who had once loved each other so much
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