4.8.20 – When I Get to Heaven

Yesterday,
A good man died.
He played guitar
And sang of Spite.
A goofy man
But somehow sly
Yesterday,
A good man died.

His raspy voice
Could come out shy.
He made us laugh
And sometimes sigh.
He’s travelin’ to
The Other Side
Of Town
. Yesterday,
A good man died.

He took the wristwatch off his arm
And drank a cocktail
. Though I
Just met him
I still cried
Because yesterday,
We lost John Prine.

Photo by Rich Fury/Getty Images

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