No one was there, but I didn’t care
As I merrily played along
I am paid for the day, what can I say?
It’s my joy at the end of each day.
I closed my eyes and to my surprise
My mother was sitting there
She’s been gone for so long
With each note, I knew I was wrong
Something happened yesterday during a gig that never happened before.
My mom died in 1981, so I was a bit taken back.
But then I remembered how she use to come to my early gigs and sit there, often telling other patrons, “Shhhhh, that’s my daughter.”
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