this bit of poetry composed at myspace, appears in www.thebluedoodle.com aug/sept edition and here, copyright jdc 2006

note to Banjo
Current mood: contemplative
Category: Writing and Poetry

Since you left, our repartee has diminished to half an entendre,

no double shots of irish, cupboards bare, not you as usual.

just hazy replays, and skips in the mind's cd player.

The strings broke, so the tunes play better in some ways,

perhaps you were unfamiliar with air guitar.

The warmth of me that melted into you, leaves me smiling,

but a bit chilly, since again, you left

with the thermostat turned way up, a lot of energy wasted, and

well, that empty Jameson's bottle you use as me in the chair,

must not play as well on stage, but clears the air

of me perhaps, or us and seems a bit of the fire of that verse of your poem.

It may be whatever caused me to note you have a problem in the real estate,

noted your other expert listed it too high,

like the temp you ignited,

melted the chocolate you were swearing off, a sacrilege  I think,

we're chocoholics lets face it,

and I've changed a few things since I took your advice and moved on,

such my coffee tastes better black as usual without your choice of soy milk,

Still as noted in your verse, my eyes did trace the light beams into your soul,

afraid you really have one, as I suspected, a good one at that,

so hope you get your price on the listing,

even though I'm not your real estate broker,

just a past investor in your songs, wrongs

and occasional, used to be usual more rights granted, wishes unrecanted

such I'm filling up the blogosphere with fictions of your foibles,

fables, puns, and no turn of tables,

as I can't say its sadness, as I tend to remember such fun,

that its hard to add any new labels,

but a few pseudonymns to hide what metaphors of our own we have left,

as aliases on a partnership,  that frankly took you off the will,

but then you did finally get an asset or too out of him, unfortunately no sale, as yet,

so what the Hell, seemed better to leave the banjo strings to someone else

as you must have new ones by now.

In case you'd like to re-evaluate your portfolio, I still have pictures in the basement, under the bed, even a few of you that survived,

my equity has increased, but that comes with age

I have always been a reasonable value,

if not an imaginative sucker for blonde curls, green eyes,

and the other half of our entendres. 

If interested, send them on to her, not me, as I'm busy flailing, not failing

but getting on as you suggested.

So, you're not vegetarian these days according to your recipes

how does that affect what's been digested. 

If you'll add more than a nuance, a blink, wink or a swivel, next time we pass

perhaps a word, sentence, exclamative,

I will better understand you lass,

In the meantime i have some of the lyrics done, did you write the music?

You're a muse Banjo, that's your job. 

Seems a waste of your time in accounting, however the bills will be straight.

No embezzling by you, at least in terms of money. Pieces of eight perhaps, or love.

Whiskey.