Memory at Moe’s

Last night I invited my dear Friend, Michelle, to read something at Jazz & Poetry at Moe’s. I asked her if she wrote a poem. She said; “No”.

“I have heard you recite songs you like. Do you have one in mind.”

“How about Memory?” she said, and began to recite the words.

I got the tingles. I had just finished blogging on Memoirs #10478. I will video this momentous event and post it on Royal Rosamond Press. The Captain and the Kitty will once again perform on stage!

There is a rumor that Pynchon may be in the audience. The curtain will rise at six every Sunday.

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Jon Presco

“I’m waiting for the Simpsons to walk in,” said Steve Martin.

“It’s Moe’s Tavern in Springfield!” Dave Hogue said. “What else do you need?”

In the kitchen, Moe’s Tavern owner and head chef Mitchel Hescheles said he’s just happy to keep the conversation alive.

“There’s the constant debate, who’s the real Springfield, right?” he said. “Well, we are, we got a Moe’s Tavern. I don’t know if they do in Illinois, right?”

Memory

from Cats.

Day light
see the dew on a sunflower
and a rose that is fading
roses wither away
like the sunflower
i yearn to turn my face to the dawn
i am waiting for the day

Midnight not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory?
She is smiling alone
In the lamplight, the withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan

Memory, All alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days
I was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again

Every streetlamp seems to beat
A fatalistic warning
Someone mutters and the street lamp splutters
And soon
It will be morning

Daylight
I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life
And I mustn’t give in.
When the dawn comes
Tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin

(Music interlude)

Burnt out ends of smoky days
The stale cold smell of morning
A streetlamp dies; another night is over
Another day is dawning…

Touch me!
It’s so easy to leave me
All alone with the memory
Of my days in the sun…
If you touch me, you’ll understand what happiness is
Look, a new day has begun.

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