red shore

I started school for esthetics yesterday!

You’re wondering if I’m lonely:
OK then, yes, I’m lonely
as a plane rides lonely and level
on its radio beam, aiming
across the Rockies
for the blue-strung aisles
of an airfield on the ocean.

You want to ask, am I lonely?
Well, of course, lonely
as a woman driving across country
day after day, leaving behind
mile after mile
little towns she might have stopped
and lived and died in, lonely

If I’m lonely
it must be the loneliness
of waking first, of breathing
dawns’ first cold breath on the city
of being the one awake
in a house wrapped in sleep

If I’m lonely
it’s with the rowboat ice-fast on the shore
in the last red light of the year
that knows what it is, that knows it’s neither
ice nor mud nor winter light
but wood, with a gift for burning.

Adrienne Rich

Ain’t That A Kick In The Head? (A playlist to go with Benny and my Courier, Dinah)

You’d Be So Nice To Come Home To - Dinah Shore | Ain’t That A Kick In The Head - Dean Martin | Mad About The Boy - Dinah Washington | Luck Be A Lady - Frank Sinatra | Into Each Life Some Rain Must Fall - Ella Fitzgerald | Murder, He Says - Dinah Shore | My Sin - Ben Selvin | Remember - Red Norvo | Fever - Peggy Lee