Embarking on a solo afternoon,
There wasn’t a bit of trepidation,
No fear of falling,
No mask, just me, my dog, and streaming tunes
Hours of streaming,
Those that brought up old memories,
Those that could make new ones under the right conditions,
It’s been awesome.
Dinner has passed,
Friends are doing dishes, drinking margaritas,
And whatever else they do on Saturdays in May
When the temperatures are low,
The tensions are high,
And the crowd is all home.
I’m stretching out,
Done with “a ghost is born,”
Done with “The Clarence Greenwood Recordings,” and
Deep into “The Story of the Ghost,”
All start to finish, a proper listening for sure.