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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Eric Folkerth is a minister, musician, author and blogger. He is Senior Pastor of Kessler Park UMC United Methodist Church in Dallas, Texas. Previously, he was pastor at Northaven UMC in Dallas for seventeen years. Eric loves to write on topics of spirituality, social justice, music/art and politics. The entries on this blog reflect that diversity of interests. His passion for social justice goes beyond mere words. He’s been arrested at the White House, defending immigrants and “The Dreamers,” and he’s officiated at same sex weddings in his churches, in defiance of what some believe is Methodist teaching. Eric is an avid blogger and published author, and 2017 recipient of the prestigeous Kuchling Humanitarian Award from Dallas’ Black Tie Dinner. (Human Rights Campaign) Eric has led or co-led hundreds of persons on mission trips around the globe, to places such as Mexico, Haiti, Russia, and Nepal. He has worked with lay persons to build ten homes, and one Community Center, in partnership with Habitat for Humanity of Dallas. He’s a popular preacher, and often tackles challenging issues of social justice in his writings and sermons. His wife, Judge Dennise Garcia, is a State District Judge for Dallas, County. As judge of the 303rd Family District Court, she consistently gets high ratings from area lawyers, and was named “best judge” by The Dallas Observer. First elected in 2004, she was the first Latina ever elected to a county-wide bench in Dallas County, and is currently the longest service district judge in that district. She was re-elected for a fourth term in 2018. They have the world’s best daughter, Maria, and an incredible dog, Daisy. Find links to Eric’s music-related websites, at the top of this site’s navigation menu.

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