A tribute written by 30-year-old Sinatra fan, Christina Estes.
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With morning coffee and the radio---
The news this morning is not of nuclear testing or AIDS, wars and
storms-catastrophes
but of global heartbreak
just the same.
And suddenly my cigarette is tasteless and my coffee bitter and my heart---
it is in my throat and words do no good today.
Some say the music died 40 years ago and yet you and I, of kindred spirits,
know
that is a lie.
The world is a sadder place today and half the stations in Atlanta are
playing the swinging, singing, sad and melodious stories he did so well.
And everyone's a fan today.
Oh I can see him now,
At last he plays among the stars ---
What a grand reception awaited him.
They heard his voice, no doubt, when he was still yet light-years away.
And the pack rejoiced 'cause Frankie's back in town.
I will stay in seclusion this weekend and listen.
I'll probably unpack that box of albums from the basement,
they sound so much better than cds you know.
And I'll smoke endless cigarettes and send my boyfriend away.
I'll lock the doors and pull the shades,
I'll dance alone with the cat, get a little tipsy
I'll cry and laugh and revel in the sounds.
And I'll have one more for my baby who's finally hit the road.
"A bird does not sing because he has an answer . . .
He sings because he has a song."