As the year fades and new year begins to arrive

I am thinking on memories that will always survive

Like when the blue bone trio played at the Drop Dead Inn

To welcome in yet another new year again and again

It was a small cozy setting not just another dumpster dive

And the curious band made the place jump almost alive

Playing on instruments that each have their immortality

There were no bad songs, certainly no single fatality

Only an occasional moment of dead silence

That was quickly broken by keys, harp and fiddling violence

Still dancing cheek to cheek made it almost paradise

When I looked deep into sockets that had been your eyes

We danced and danced until the breaking of the dawn

As quick as the first sun rays – the magic was gone…..