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On Dolphann Drive

(Patrick Nagel)
July 28, 2006
Patrick Nagel
A song about not only loss of a person but loss of place as well.
On Dolphann Drive

In a fitful sleep last night I saw her in the clearest dream
I was in her kitchen the windows were all full of steam
Cabbage was in the pot bubbling and boiling over the heat
She was standing at the stove stirring the fatback and the meat

Again
I remembered when
She was so alive
On Dolphann Drive

There was not a hair on her head out of place
I could see her makeup was carefully applied upon her face
She turned to me and pointed to her recipe
I could feel the faces on the door of her fridge smiling at me

Again
I remembered when
We were so alive….

Holidays were cold, playing in the snow,
Slipping on the ice by the front door
Summers humid air, basement down the stairs,
Playing cards while outside the rain would pour
The rain would pour

Knitting in her favorite chair I found her in the living room
I sat at the piano, I tried to play, but it was out of tune
Benny Goodman’s clarinet drifted from the stereo
The clock upon the wall had stopped and I knew it was time for me to go

Again
I still remember when
I felt alive
On Dolphann Drive… back then
We were crowded in
And so alive
On Dolphann Drive

In a fitful sleep last night I saw her in the clearest dream
I was in her kitchen the windows were all full of steam