Ode to Ella

Ode to Ella 2-26-10

Curled up on my bed
with a book in my hands,
Ella Fitzgerald softly sings
about a sophisticated lady.

My eyes slide shut
as I quietly sing along;
Saddie jumps on my bed
and warms up my feet.

Ella scats about a train
to get to Sugar Hill way up in Harlem.
Neither of usknow the time:
we're in a day dream.

Rain patters against my windows
and lightening flashes across the sky.
Life is good because
I'm just a lucky so-and-so.

I missed that Saturday dance cause I
don't get around much anymore.
He does something to me,
and I wish it would stop.

Ella and I let a song go out of our hearts,
but it don't mean a thing.
Am I too late
to make amends?

We fell an urge to sing
a ditty that envokes the Spring.
I guess it's just one of those things,
but I get a kick out of life.

Such a lush life.
Life is lonely once more.
While only last year everything
seemed so sure.
Now life is awful again.

All I care is to smile through it all.
I'll forget him, I will.
Ella, my idol, will help me,
through her music,
on the long road ahead.