Ode To Dobie Gray Poem by Joe Rosochacki

You taught how to be In THE IN CROWD,
You DRIFT(ED) AWAY from us today,
I heard Brian Williams on the NBC Evening News
That you were born a sharecropper's son
That music was to be your only muse.
I know you will not be playing a harp but a guitar,
Somewhere up on some cloud.
Your rendition of Drift Away has been covered by many
But none has the 'spark', 'soulfulness' went it's all said and done.
Maybe you can get the celestial angels to do something rather 'big',
I could see them now,
With their wing flapping
Their robes waving
All the saints are saying 'Wow'
man
Like if they were all on 'Shindig'.
12/8/11