“You know, JaNean used to play Delta Dawn on the piano. She was good. You could harmonize with her.” It was more a statement than a request from JaNean’s cute, bespectacled mom.
All I heard was Delta Dawn. I did what any rational person would do and belted out a refrain.
Del-ta-a Dawn, what’s that flower you have on
could it be a faded rose from DAYS GONE BYYY?
I took a long drink. Singing is thirsty work.
“That’s right,” JaNean’s mom patted me on the shoulder. She wrote on a slip of paper and she walked away. Realizing she was turning in a karaoke request, I looked at JaNean for help.
“Those are the only words I know.”
JaNean shrugged. (more…)