O’ Bury me in a bar in old St. Louie
where the music is so loud & so good
where none speak my name
without toasting it in procession
Invite my friends
& all those who’ve loved me
to curse & drink & smoke & weep
in the beerlight of evening
Let everyone know why they’ve come
but never give them any proof
save my wife
who must identify my body
let her see that we’ve parted
Let everyone else move around my ghost
between those hailing a drink at the bar
the shuffling waitress
& the overcrowded tables
Let them know it’s okay to take my seat
I’m not up to take a leak or get a drink
I’m gone
& I ain’t coming back
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let all those who mourn me
ReplyDeleteknow my name is not scared
my seat is no longer taken
and my words never again spoken
let them drink whiskey
sing loud and tell stories
let them seek solace
and speak loudly
let all those who mourn me
love folly and laughter
let me be gone and forgotten
and theirs lives know promise
let them drink vodka and tears
besotted and soft spoken
raise glasses for toasts
that aren’t buttered or boughten.
I can't see how
ReplyDeleteat the end of your days
you'd want then
to hold the butter