“Rock stars are passing from our lives” by Dan Grossman

Rock Stars are Passing from our Lives
(after Philip Levine)

David Crosby’s “Déjà Vu” blasts out of the radio
on my way to work 
on the day after his death.
I’ve been here before. You’ve been here before.

That’s because rocks stars are always passing
from our lives.
There’s nothing I can do about it
except drink my coffee and merge onto I-465.

Life goes on, as they say. The DJ who cried
about Crosby is now hawking a hair replacement 
clinic that did wonders for him.  Instead,

I “almost Cut My Hair.” That is, I periodically
take a beard trimmer to my head.  
I’ll worry about my pattern baldness when I’m dead.


— Dan Grossman

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