Goodbye Buddy
Falling falling from the air
As though the music was never there.
Guitars and sax, Richie, The Big
Bopper and of course, Buddy
Who sang, “That’ll Be the Day” and
“Peggy Sue” and “Maybe Baby.”
Down they fell, tumbling like rag
Dolls these idols of my youth,
“Oh Donna” and “Chantilly Lace.”
An Iowa farmer hears the troubled
Engine and goes out into that
Starry starry night and looks
Heavenward in time to see the angels
Gathering them in like
Sheaves as the black bare trees
Catches the little plane and holds
It for a moment longer
Like a broken sparrow waiting
For thy wings to heal and fly again
Then slowly releases them all
To the cold hard ground planted
With winter wheat & corn stubble.
And suddenly it was “Raining In
My Heart” and the cold dawn came
On even as “Don’t Fade Away”
Drifted out over the heartland
And DJ’s and all the rest of
Us awakened to the news that
Saddened us all the rest of our lives.
Falling falling from the air
As though the music was never there.
Guitars and sax, Richie, The Big
Bopper and of course, Buddy
Who sang, “That’ll Be the Day” and
“Peggy Sue” and “Maybe Baby.”
Down they fell, tumbling like rag
Dolls these idols of my youth,
“Oh Donna” and “Chantilly Lace.”
An Iowa farmer hears the troubled
Engine and goes out into that
Starry starry night and looks
Heavenward in time to see the angels
Gathering them in like
Sheaves as the black bare trees
Catches the little plane and holds
It for a moment longer
Like a broken sparrow waiting
For thy wings to heal and fly again
Then slowly releases them all
To the cold hard ground planted
With winter wheat & corn stubble.
And suddenly it was “Raining In
My Heart” and the cold dawn came
On even as “Don’t Fade Away”
Drifted out over the heartland
And DJ’s and all the rest of
Us awakened to the news that
Saddened us all the rest of our lives.
- Bill Brooks (sometime in this century)
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