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Jackson
by Thomas K. HuntSo much beauty in his music
His words ring so true
He's deep in his own reflection
His meaning becomes you
I listen in the darkness
I perceive every sound
I swear that he knows me
For it's my life he's found
He makes it look so easy
It's such a natural thing
As he sits at the keyboard
Then slowly starts to sing
Alone behind the foot lights
Underneath the silver moon
Facing a southern breeze
He graced us with his tunes
His humor is refreshing
His voice an instrument
He renders so much pleasure
Through his songs and his laments
Longevity seems to know him
They've grown to be good friends
From vinyl to the compact
The journey never ends
BR> 09/19/2003
Author's Note: Jackson Browne....he's got it going!!!!!!!!
Posted on 09/19/2003
Copyright © 2024 Thomas K. Hunt
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Adrian Calhoun on 09/19/03 at 06:24 AM Oh man, great tribute. I remember Jackson Browne, is that carbon-dating myself LOL. Good write, nostalgic journey. |
| Posted by Lacy D Phillips on 09/20/03 at 06:17 AM I feel that way about a few artists. You captured that feeling so, so well. |
| Posted by Emily Sullivan on 09/22/03 at 01:12 AM i was just jamming to him yesterday, it is so funny that you posted this...em |
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