It is His Birthday
For Joey Z., written on his birthday: Jan. 11
It is his birthday, here tonight
With diners gathered down in Brookside
And may all he wishes of life and light
Crash down in one fair, joyous tide.
Never mellow under our tender sight
Thou raucous bellow we so abide.
One solo more, one solo less
He keeps a rhythm of true grace
Which hammers forth, in a bit of mess--
His humor frenetic, yet never base.
But I have to say, nevertheless,
I have a few suggestions for your face.
I miss the Elvis muttons, though they are dead
They funk, they freak, they speak to me.
But we'll move on, put that desire to bed
And send nothing but good wishes to thee:
Have another year by passions led
And music which flows just like the sea.
A "mad lib-ish" version of "She Walks
in Beauty," by George Gordon, Lord Byron, the full text of which
can be found at http://www.poets.org/poems/poems.cfm?prmID=2513.
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