A Poem for Bruce

> From: wave@cruzio.com

>
> RIP Bruce: Our hearts and tears are with you.....
>
>
> the blues
>
> much of what is said here
> must be said twice,
> a reminder that no one
> takes an immediate interest in the pain of others.
>
> nobody will listen, it would seem,
> if you simply admit
> your baby left you early this morning
> she didn't even stop to say good-bye.
>
> But if you sing it again
> with the help of the band
> which will now lift you to a higher,
> more ardent and beseeching key,
>
> people will not only listen;
> they will shift to the sympathetic
> edges of their chairs,
> moved to such acute anticipation
>
> by that chord and the delay that follows,
> they will not be able to sleep
> unless you release with one finger
> a scream from the throat of your guitar
>
> and turn your head back to the microphone
> to let them know
> you' re a hard-hearted man
> but that woman's sure going to make you cry.
>
>
> Billy Collins
>