Dear Bruce Springsteen…

I have written a book. It is finished today. On your birthday. Purely by chance.  (I didn’t know today was your birthday, forgive me.)

Naturally, the book is a book for children, about seagulls and the midatlantic and divorce and magic and poetry, and a breadbox, and… well, your songs.

The book is not for you. It is for my parents.   But I couldn’t have written it without you, I don’t think. I owe you something.  I stole a lot of lines from you to write this book. I stole a lot of feelings.

I only wish I could send you a copy.

I really really do.

Can I send you a copy?

“Is a dream a lie if it don’t come true?”

No, no it isn’t.

4 Responses to “Dear Bruce Springsteen…”

  1. Kaethe Says:

    I hope he says “yes”. I love Springsteen.

  2. erin Says:

    I really want to read this book…

  3. ers Says:

    I steal all of my feelings from Springsteen!

  4. laurel Says:

    That’s not true. You have lots of your own. He just sets them to music.

    (cue piano)

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