A.J. Murphy, September 2002 — Image by kenne
Round About Midnight
by Bob Kaufman
Jazz radio on a midnight kick,
Round about Midnight.
Sitting on the bed,
With a jazz type chick
Round about Midnight,
Piano laughter, in my ears,
Round about Midnight.
Stirring up laughter, dying tears,
Round about Midnight.
Soft blue voices, muted grins,
Excited voices, Father’s sins,
Round about Midnight.
Come on baby, take off your clothes,
Round about Midnight
Reblogged this on Becoming is Superior to Being and commented:
I’m not going to say I’m old, but I am in my eighties and have a lot of memories that occasionally drift by, helped by certain days like Veteran’s Day. One of my close veteran friends from the past was A. J. Murphy. A. J. passed away in 2003,
and the heart and soul of a young organization,
“Friends of The Blues, Montgomery County.”
In May of that year, the Friends celebrated
at the Texas Arts Venue in downtown Conroe, Texas.
— kenne