THOMAS R. THOMAS
Gram Parsons is burning in the Desert.
They brought him back there
after stealing him from LAX.
At that time I was thinking of you.
I had asked you to the concert.
I had gone with Claire to the Forum
to spend the night and party,
to buy tickets.
I should have asked Claire,
but I liked you.
He stole you from me
at the concert.
I should have been mad.
The Who were there to console me.
I hear you lost him.
A friend never leaves
no matter the years or heartache
even death doesn’t sever - still
I can never know your heart
we still love him
The CD slips into the car
The sounds of Codine play
You can blame Thomas R. Thomas’ mother for naming him. He thanks her.