Doonesbury by Garry Trudeau for October 24, 1993
Transcript:
Jazz singer: Fran...ces...ca... (This one's for you, Robert...) Sure, I remember Robert Kincaid, man, I loved that cat... He used to come by this club and watch me blow. Afterwards we'd hang, sharin' a smoke. He used to drop his "G's" to show respect... One night he told me about this woman he loved. Francesca. Seems she looked really good for her age. I had to love the cat for how much loved that woman. So one day I wrote this song. Called it "Francesca." Man: Wow...what a story... Jazz singer: Well, it's just something that every old black horn player dreams of doing... Man: Writing a blues song about a white guys girlfriend? Singer: Right. 'Course, the cat's gotta be real depressed. The Washed-Out Bridges of Madison County...the Epilogue.