Back Roads

Bill Hart died another lost friend first time we met got lost on back roads western Massachusetts neither one of us knew where we were going fearless laughing in the raging storm saved by a fallen tree blocking the wrong road surprise I wrote him into "Country Music" as the wacko loner neighbor wish I had a picture of him in it perfect presence last time dinner at the Khyber Pass on St. Mark's Place enjoyed him so much so funny unique esprit he was leaving for L.A. came to see a runthrough my new show stumbling star stalling didn't know her lines wretched how I wanted him to like it I still do