are you lonesome tonight, blackbeard sang softly to the moon.
you should get a new song, little john advised him.
i can remember the words to this one, blackbeard replied.
the man will hear you if you sing too loud.
he can hear me anyway if he dang so desires.
i see we are dropping all pretenses this fine summer evening.
in response to little john’s words, rain began to fall.
the drops plopped on the windshield of the old vehicle .
blackbeard and little john had been waiting for a while.
since the beginning of time, according to some accounts.
not quite so long as that, per other interested parties.
in any case, blackbeard continued to sing his lonesome song.
before dawn, right on time, a highway patrol car appeared.
sheriff jane brown got right to the point, as usual.
have we not encountered you two fellows before? she asked.
and have we not previously told you to move along?
officer mary white nodded her agreement in her forthright way.
we have moved along, blackbeard replied in his imperturbable manner.
but we have moved back again, little john added smoothly.
why do you persist in your persistence, officer white demanded.
you have a deeper purpose, sheriff jane brown insisted adamantly.
and we will never give up until we unearth it.
and that goes double for me, officer mary white concurred.
we have the same purpose as the stars, blackbeard reorted.
just to keep on shining, and to be lonesome tonight.
oh, are you lonesome tonight, are you with me tonight?
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