Dan Culbertson Remembers Bobby Sheehan

a night
a bar
a stage
a few lights
some sound

engrossed in the groove
he played his bass guitar
that insatiable groove
that moved
that charmed
that made me want to grind
and bump
and rocked the house

but in the morning
when the lights were focused elsewhere
and when he was all alone
i wonder sometimes
what he thought
what he went through

"for the love of the music"
he played
"for the life of a rock star"
he died

and sweet pain
and the mountains win again
and letter for a friend

another of my hero's up and died
and nothing but songs and dreams for me

and Regarding Bobby
and crash burn
and alone

so smile Bobby
the groove lives on