wherever you are now

C’om Ken the joke is over. You can come out now. April Fools. My brother… so many stories with you (who always had the tickets and dope) I had no idea….so very humble and brave. Remember Frank sang “We bid you goodnight” at the end of your wedding. Laura lifted up her wedding dress and grabbed her belly with both hands and shook baby ricky (not his first dance either) You are forever etched into the New York sidewalk (in front 0f RCMH} Remember when you rented that house in Pa on the river? Remember that outdoor DJ party you had? You rocked the hills brother!! You and Frank left one afternoon to go shad 🐠fishing. In twenty minuets you both slammed thru the front door soaking wet and screaming (the boat tipped over) Remember when you rented that funky looking Victoria in North Plainfield? One night I came over we got buzzed and you began experimenting with the stereo knobs trying to get it as loud + clear as it could. We passed out on the floor. Early that next morning morning the landlord knocked on the door, walked in and proceeded to kick you out of house right in front of me AWK. (kenny there is so much more I want to say.) The lights going down for the start of ANY concert, The crowd loudly approves that as the band members slowly take the stage and start to tune up (piano first cause he was already sitting) running into you in half lit parking lots, hotel lobbies and green fields and BBQs on the side of the New Jersey Turnpike. The first time I met you in the late seventies, you were using your (undercover) job wiping down cars at the Car Wash (Clinton Ave South Plainfield to wheel and deal with the inner circles of music, drugs and concert tickets, I wondered why people like you) always seem to be the leaders.
WHEREEVER YOU ARE NOW:
i hope its a long ticket line outside(remember TICKET LINES?? in front of the SEars building in Elizabeth New Jersey (exit 13)
in a blaring rain storm because THAT was heaven