JOHN DENVER’S GHOST

 

This is the year

I do a string of

Florida festivals

That come only in spring

But so want to see

Live music relevant to me

Today was the Blueberry one

Lovely weather

Terrific food

Taboo food

For a dieter

Blueberry pie with cream

Blueberry shortcake with cream

Blueberry funnel cake fried, no cream

Sigh…

And crafts and clothes

So expensive

But a small tent

With a man playing

The unmistakable

“Jamaican Farewell”

On a steel drum

Held in one hand

Made from a large can

That may have once held

Industrial-sized

Peaches in heavy syrup

Painted brightly

With chords

Who could resist?

I couldn’t

Bought it and in the car

Played “Leaving on a Jet Plane”

(The only ukulele song I know by heart)

And, oh, I know

John Denver’s ghost

Threw back its head

And laughed in delight

And the tune came out right

Music, at last…

 

© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: My new steel drum & blueberries

 

 

 

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