Frank’s Cafe

I continue to remember my Dad in all sorts of ways. One way is by pulling out, and finally finishing, this song I started years ago after a visit back to the place my Dad grew up (In Kentucky, just across the river from Cincy)

So, here’s a demo. I really really like how it’s coming.
And I’m glad I finally finished the song. Hope you like you….EF

(BTW, this picture actually is from Frank’s Cafe….New Years Eve, 1950. Taken by my Dad)

FRANK’S CAFE
The Sun’s not shining bright,
On the road back to the old Kentucky home,
Tree coated with ice,
And across each field, a light dusting of snow.

And with every mile, old ghosts reappear and gather round.
And I’m suddenly aware of what is lost and what is found.

And those voices from the past are all around me
And they echo up through time, right to today.
So say hello, and say goodbye
And sing, “American Pie,”
And toast it all tonight at Frank’s Cafe.

An hour down this road,
I find the old red brick house I still recall
Giant in mind, but today in real life
Strangely small.

We used to walk across that bridge to watch the “Big Red Machine.”
Rummage through that attic, filled with old Time Magazines
Sled Devou Park hills in a deep midwinter snow
And watch the seasons turn, as Ohio River flowed

And those voices from the past are all around me
And they echo up through time, right to today.
So say hello, and say goodbye
And sing, “American Pie,”
And toast it all tonight at Frank’s Cafe.

Now, once upon a time,
This old bar and grill bore my grandfather’s name.
I step inside for just one night
To the sounds of karaoke Don McLean.

And these locals raise their beers to a barkeep they’d never known
And the guy behind the tape machine hands me the microphone
As they gather in that pub, like they’ve done a thousand nights
I stand in that small spotlight, and sing with all my might.

And those voices from the past are all around me
And they echo up through time, right to today.
So say hello, and say goodbye
And sing, “American Pie,”
And toast it all tonight at Frank’s Cafe.

Copyright Eric Folkerth, ©2016.
All Rights Reserved.


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