Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I am invincible
when I wear Bobby's shirt

Friends for forty years,
you the lead guitar
and I the bass player
in our first band The Lourdes
and countless other rock bands.

you would become a jarhead
and I a swabbie,
later we would partner in carpentry
many enigmatic creations
still lingering in the city that believes

and while i was drawing water
on a subtender in and around Key West
you were in Vietnam
running through the jungle
both of us listening
to Creedence Clearwater Revival
from opposite ends of the world

But you would come home
with an insidious hitchhiker,
a carcinogenic stowaway
and that dioxinated demon
would take your life
just shy of fifty years

Your three beautiful daughters
would ask me if I would feel weird
if they gave me your favorite shirt,
the one with the Chinese dragons
and the Flames,

and I would reply that no greater honor
could possibly be bestowed
upon my sorry soul.......And
When I wear Bobby's Shirt,
I have the courage
and I have the Fire

to speak out against
senseless slaughter

so sad, when our comrades in arms drop out of the race... the Void never really fills in, the bark just sort of grows around the hole... all we can do is slog on ahead, remembering their names & what they meant to us... RIP: Scott F (HIV/meningitis)... Holli G (anaphylactic shock)... Hardik S (drowned)... Francine B (car crash)... Ginny P, Steve F, Terry H, Lisa S, Ron T, too many others (C)... I'll carry a tiny bit of your essence until The Wolf eats me...

Beautiful tribute to your compadres...Yeah so many gone....bobby's brother Kenny, ODed....many of my old band-mates are no longer here

as you suggest, we muddle on......thanx sasha