Here’s the late, great Patsy Cline, who’s on my set list for tonight….
And so the crickets chirp, but slowly, on this cool October night, and the soft autumn moon lingers over kudzu-draped trees. On cue, a freight train rolls along the tracks down over the ridge, barreling toward Lynchburg.
And Elizabeth Cotten sings:
And then, on cue, starts the coyote serenade, and I wonder if hoboes on that train tonight hear that lonesome howl.
And I’m thinking that a song by Virginia’s own Miss Patsy Cline would be the perfect soundtrack tonight as I sit writing in my studio at the Virginia Center for the Creative Arts.
And this evening has been as refreshing as a sip of sweet tea and as sweet as a magnolia’s first bloom.