There is a freezeout down on 10th Avenue, a meeting across the river, teardrops on the city, and darkness on the edge of town, as “The Keeper of all that is righteous down on E Street” enters the Promised Land.
Big Man, what will we do without you? I think of the cover of “Born To Run,” the long soul kisses with Bruce back in the day, you making Little Steven look even littler–Nils, Roy, and Patti, too– your sax’s lingering, ethereal notes carrying me away like a spirit in the night, or making me dance like a fool while Rosalita, Mary, and Sherry darling sat one out, or making the backstreets beautiful for tramps like us, and I thank you, I thank you.
Through badlands, and jungleland, down Thunder Road, across streets of fire, out in the street, and into the night you blew me away. Now, Big Man, go blow away God.
I love you, Big Man. You will never fade away.
Say hello to Danny.
Joan
Perfect tribite. It belongs in Rolling Stone Magazine.
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