I remember it vividly.
My sister, myself and our friends would go outside onto our back deck
and we would play all the Monkee albums on our portable record player.
We would stand on the picnic table benches and have dance contests.
Sometimes we would even act out the TV show characters.
I was always Davy.
Nothing like feeling old when your first crush passes away
of a heart attack at the age of 66.
Did you hear that?
It's the sound of every little girl's heart
who grew up in the 1960's breaking just a little.
R.I.P. Davy Jones
Thanks to you I have had a lifelong fascination
for short, cute, hairless-chested Englishmen.