Evenings
w/ John Lennon
I should've released this yesterday, too busy, but for a month or so, ending on this date a long time ago, he was working on his latest album at the record plant on the first floor...
I worked as a negative film cutter at a small edit house in the same building, west of times square...
almost every morning, as we entered the building together, we wished each other a good day,
one of us always holding the door for the other...
almost every evening, we left the building together,
always wishing each other a good evening, always the black limo waiting for him...
He was John Lennon...
except on this night many years ago, after wishing him well, I arrived home,
turned on Monday Night Football to hear Howard Cosell announce that John Lennon had just been shot
and killed...
As this day approaches a great sadness comes over me, not because I knew him but because how easily any of us can just disappear...
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