Reminiscences, intimations, apologia and other garbled sounds from a man at rest.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Bye, Bye Blackbird
Blackbird Singing from high tension wires Urging me to sing along Follow the frittering flashes Of smoldering plumes Strung up like notes I should be home by six But it is a pity to miss Bird burning up high Will anyone understand? Asked Billie, what lament The song intones Blackbird strung up In high wire No harder luck story Than this been told Make my bed and light the light I’ll be home late tonight