Song for Billie

You sang summertime
so sweet, darling Bille
Your voice, rich
syrup delicate lily, they
call you Lady Day
But to me your just…Billie

your tired eyes, wise
skin, lips
like a rose
in the state you’re in, no
I can’t approach you
I can’t touch you
for you are holy
But sing to me
won’t you? of that
I might be worthy,
songs of experience,
songs of pain,
the New Orleans croon,
beneath the summer rain
Through it all,
though fear strikes all,
in the darkest hours you are proof of heaven
like a wink, it flashes in the shadows of your song.

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