green bean jean
In memory of Jean Mullen. It was 1975, hard to even remember why she ended up spending a few weeks with me in L.A. back then. She and her young, fresh-faced husband, Ted from Illinois coming to the La la land to make her fame. Her voice was amazing. I long to find her album ‘Green Bean Jean’. So.. this poem is for you honey. I don’t know why you danced in my mind this morning and here you be. Green Bean Jean Decades ago give a mind flash To a time back when a girl was yet woman Traveling to the LAland hoping for the right band to get her music straight Lived in my place Rocked with amazing grace Hope was hers to share Into the heart space Laid her music straight Sang melody sweet and pure She was on the right track Gave her music back To all who cared On her way to gig out let her songs shout Found her death on the highway Filled with those days L.A. crazed days I ponder Jean Listening to her songs as I sang along to Winter Moon In my heart space feel her songs trace sweet memory pure A day to the Green Bean in namesake us Jean’s today with you. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 7 may 2011 Chariot
