° Wonderful tonight - Bob Seger
°When the night comes - Dan Auerbach
°Emmylou - First Aid Kit
°You are my sunshine - lots of people
°Can't help falling in love - Elvis Presley
°Fine - Kacey Musgraves
°Home - Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros

The days are long and hard to go,
Walkin' down my side of the road.

Up ahead I see Emmylou comin' ,
known her since we was 2 or 3.
Yet, she crosses over from,
My side of the road,
Making like she don’t see me.

Up ahead comes old Nat Black,
Shuffling along and limping some,
He marched with Mister King,
Over in Selma in ‘63,
That’s how he got that limp you see.
But still he keeps to his side of the road,
On the opposite side from me.

Further ahead comes Jake Sutton’s kid,
Strutting along at a pretty brisk clip,
A stout club in one hand,
and a white sheet tucked under his arm.
Off I bet, to burn a cross somewheres.
Him and his rowdy friends cluttering up,
both sides of this road I tread.

Sleepy little ‘Bama town,
With so much trouble all around,
I just keep on trudging down,
My side of the road.

Hoping someday, it will lead us all,
Someplace better and fair,
Then this divided road we all share.

An antidote to ennui,
My friends of age, perchance
With hands held high and feet askew
Take note when old men dance.

Cast off care and bend thy knee
O, thou poetic host,
Students of Dylan, Derlith, Frost
And Bill, the Holy Ghosts.

When banjos bang the Bluegrass beat
With rhythm ye entranced
Release thy souls thus freed my friends
Step high in old men's dance.

Double shuffle, heal and toe
Ceili, reel or clog
Kilted, combed, go Strip the Willow
And dance the epilogue.

With children, friends or wife, embraced,
Or maiden once romanced
Or all alone with heart, my friends,
Rejoice when old men dance.


Mango VanRasp
11/2/19

Heard a voice made the sun come up in
the middle of a dark night
a guitar that closed the Dow Jones
made us all just mortal in
comparison
saw on YouTube  no one plussed it
and I was not
tripping yet
tried to share it round
then woke up
it was me
and EmmyLou in her prime
in my dream
and as always
I woke up too soon

Emmylou, Emmylou
Must admit, you've got a few

Garfield High, Potomac Mills
Michelangelo's ghostly stills

At times in the South
But I'm not of it

If I could
Leave not love it.

Emmylou also sang.

He said the Nameless is the mystery
I agree.
So do the Taoists
Glad to see New York

Man of La Mancha
Mario Cuomo
George Hunt SJ
Thai fried rice - no pork

EmmyLou Harris
Saw her at Wolf Trap
Mr. Keating
Mork

Chapel of the Cross
UNC
Jay and me
Charmed quark

               Pettigrew Hall

Blake was entranced
By his own imagination
He wrote several great poems
But I hope to avoid that trap

I have intense fantasies
I told her also
But there is no Dulcinea
Cate is as real as it gets

I listen to Kenny Rogers
Prince. Emmylou.
John Denver I sent to Denver
And the story of the Trappists

The test of inspiration
Is inside of you, not me
The work is done, then forgotten
On your mark. Get set ...

According to Emmylou Harris

Tylenol and sleep
Headache slips away

Crickets still do cheep
Tonight no basketball to play

Emmylou Harris
Red Dirt Girl

Honeymoon in Paris
Oh! the medieval world

Students back for classes
Buzzing UNC

Have you seen my glasses?
Have you seen true me?

             Philosophy

St. Augustine bridge, again twilight blue
             the beauty! the beauty!
              both music and view ...

         then the all-night drive home
              Johnny Cash, Emmylou

                I arrive before school
                 the grace to see you

                           not-two

The Americans do not listen
Which is why they do not know

The dew in the grass does glisten
In Reno came the snow

Emmylou in concert
Please play Michelangelo

He is Alonzo Mourning
But his friends just call him Zo

English breakfast tea
Gloria glorio

Last night I dreamed about you
I dreamed you were a pilgrim
On a highway out alone
To find the mother of your children
Who were still unborn and waiting
On the wings of some desire
Abandoned long ago

   OOOOOOOOO! Michelangelo!

                    - Emmylou Harris
                       "Michelangelo"

Time is a brutal but careless thief
I think I agree, Emmylou

What will he take and leave
When my brief time here is through?

My house has long been haunted
Ghosts in silence who

Meet me in memory
Are we perhaps not-two?

And I tell you somethin' funny
He didn't want nobody's money

Now I'm not exactly sure what this all means
But it's the damnedest thing I swear I've ever seen.

                         - Emmylou Harris
                        "Jerusalem Tomorrow"

Sang Emmylou Harris.

Did you suffer at the end?
Would there be no one to remember?
Did you banish all the old ghosts
With the terms of your surrender?
And did you hear me calling out your name?
Well, I guess that I will never know

               Ooooooooo! Michelangelo!

                        - Emmylou Harrris
                              "Michelangelo"

According to Emmylou Harris

She's as sweet as Tupelo Honey
He's the boy from Tupelo

Emmylou true asks the King
I too sing Michelangelo

              Oooooooooooooh!

Sing Emmylou Harris and Dave Matthews.

And I tell you somethin' funny
He didn't want nobody's money
Now I'm not exactly sure what this all means
But it's the damnedest thing I swear I've ever seen ...

He offers me a job
And I say, Fine
Says I'll get paid off on down line
Guess I'll string along
Don't see how too much can go wrong
As long as he pays my way
I guess I'll follow


We're heading for Jerusalem Tomorrow.

                        - Emmylou Harris
                       "Jerusalem Tomorrow"

Sings Emmylou Harris.

He speaks of the dark thing inside
At times I too know it

Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide
Why did I want to be a poet?

The emotion overflows
And I cannot write novels

Now my little apartment
Like a hobbit's hovel

I've fought and failed and fought
Often a loser in this world

Emmylou not Steinbeck
My choice of The Pearl

My mind at rest feels good
But God! My mind a-swirled.

Emmylou sings Michelangelo
I sing with you, Red Dirt Girl

I like the Grapes of Wrath
Not so much Steinbeck's Pearl

Mexico mostly unknown to me
I've read a few good books

My friends in the neighborhood now
Buenos noches looks

I sit near Guadalupe
She wears a gown of green

I just sit and think and sit
I look for Things Not Seen

The rain again today
But I'm anxious all inside

I miss my loved ones so
The living and those who've died

Emmylou on my stereo
She's a southern girl

Michelangelo's Italian
They both bring the Pearl