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Coleman Hawkins |
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I sat in poverty
and alone
somewhere
back in 1962
reading my draft notice
and lying upon the floor
of my last midnight
listening
to that song I loved.
"It Had To Be You"
I gave your record
and my guitar
and all the wet paintings
along with
my old radio
and all my clothes
... and the two chairs
to my poor artist friends
... and I rode a bus to a war.
Chicago didn't care
... and America just fell asleep
long before
I got home.
(The blood and the tears never dry)
Yet I hear you
... still!
the one
and only
horn.
... your tenor saxophone.
"It Had To Be You"
playin' somewhere in my old head
from then
to now...
and forevermore. |
By
Lou J. Klaiber
Copyright 2004
Listed August
4, 2009 |
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Lou served in Vietnam in 3 Corps Vietnam during 1965 - 1966 as a Sergeant E-5.
It is illegal to use this poem without the author's permission.
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Lou. ~~ |
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