Practice, Songwriting, The Song Well

July 21st 2020 Tune for Tuesday

Another quick one take: These days I’m finding my dad float up in my songs a lot. I suppose with last weeks prompt being “Morse Code,” it was nearly inevitable. He was a HAM radio operator. After dinner, if he was home, he was more often than not stationed in his “Ham Shack,” the room at the top of the kitchen stairs. When I grew up some dad’s would have an office (or these days a man cave), filled with the smell of tobacco or smoke. Dad’s room smelled of static and ozone.

Footsteps tap along the road 
Dots & dashes of morse code
Silver quarters in a jar 
Now I’m wondering where you are

Smoke signs burnt into the air 
A last goodbye, well thee fair 
Ash that echoes from afar 
Now I’m wondering where you are 

Our neighbors sleep beneath their stones 
Someday I’ll be one of those 
Driven home in a long black car 
Will I meet you where you are?

A call out on your radio 
To dads we never really know 
W1HFR 
Now I’m wondering where you are

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