#192 / 2011 Spring: Organ, NM

APRIL 25

#192

The night before I left for Las Cruces, on my way towards Mexico, I had my second dream of Beatlick Joe. Two months to the day first - now four months to the day - or night. We were in a bed. He was very weak. We had our legs wrapped around each other just like it used to be when we were traveling and sleeping in our van. I said to him, “Don’t you know how hard this is on me?”

Joe was too weak to speak, but there with our legs all entwined he pulled out his harmonica and played music for me. I knew it was his way of soothing me, telling me he would be with me and everything was going to be alright.