Rainy Days and Mondays

(tribute, as it is)

 

She used the glissando too much

But was a fantastic singer

Then she got sick

I don’t know how it happens

Something in the head

The heart

The soul

We forget the present, cannot

See the future

Past is disconnected

Everything is disparate

Everything’s in pieces

 

Not that I knew her

I had an album, was all

And liked every selection

In the world, no big deal

But has only happened one other time

For me

The Eagles Greatest Hits

I even liked the baroquish piece

Fitting on the end of the first side

Telling us the singers had to leave

For now

To go to the bathroom

 

I don’t know how he handled it,

Her brother

Sad to say, I don’t know where he is

Or if he is

I can look it up

 

The death of the singer was a blip

In entertainment

Decades later, I am sad

Maybe more so

Untimely feels more untimely

Things that shouldn’t happen and that happen

Karen Carpenter is gone

We can say the music lives,

It does

When I have a stereo again

Because there’s been a dry spell

And a quiet one,

I’ll drop the record, as is said,

But, oh, so carefully

 

C L Couch

(drafted on a Monday)

 

 

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