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“Suite: Judy Blue Eyes”

hums in my brain

as I mentally botch the lyrics

Lacking Graham’s harmony

I try to jettison the song

from my current thought

I try to purge the past

And end recurrent mistakes

I can’t escape from myself

as the soundtrack of youth

provides bittersweet memory

and deep melancholy

I look at pictures 

of rock stars in their prime

I look in my own mirror

hoping for a lie

I’ll take the Advil now

with my cup of coffee

and get back to work.