For some strange reason, this song has been reverberating through my mind. I've enjoyed gracing my husband with my singing talent as I tell him "You're the Poetry Man, you bashful boy." Somehow, I think he's more disturbed by my serenading than flattered by it. This song just makes me want to linger - which could be why it's 12:30 and I'm still in my bed clothes and looking like some sort of a vagrant; it's days like this I ponder the depth of the damage I'm inflicting upon my children.
As a side note, I somehow visualize Jeff Lisech, our Alaskan immigrant, blast from the past friend, as the guitarist with the glasses. And on the keyboard is Katie doing a little bee-bop-de-bop as she tickles the old ivories. As for the smoke rising in the background of the stage. . .well, we'll leave that to your imagination (personally I'd say it appears that there was a bit too much Taco Bell consumed prior to this performance).