Margaret Whiting’s singing The
best thing
for you would be me, and I
smile, admire
the lyric, nod my head yes in
timing
with melody. And here comes softest fire
of Nat King Cole crooning Somewhere
along
the way—there’s still a feeling deep inside
that you will always be part of
me. (Songs
sprinkle experience in capsules, slide
them inside our memory, time release
into our bloodstream.) Doris Day’s blessed dove
throat trills I’ll never stop
loving you. Ease
now into Jill Corey: Sometimes I
love
you sometimes I…and how avoid
the blues
as Billie blues the very thought
of you…
Roger Armbrust
March 10,
2013
