Here's a sonnet for Michael McDonald.
A fool believes to sing is to create.
To sing, to move, to lithely slide among
your pentatonic noodlings some might hate
the way you do would be like being hung
Like Seabiscuit, Hakeem Olajuwon,
Shaq or Mark Wahlberg in Boogie Nights.
You croon, you moan, you always turn me on,
I'll never sing like you, by nature's rights.
But every day at ten past dinner-time
I grab my iPod deck, roll up my sleeves,
and go to scrub the dinner's filth and grime,
And sing along to "What a Fool Believes."
You sang with Doobies and with Steely Dan,
Mike McD, you are the fucking man.
2009 Walk the Moon