For Mister John Prine Who Quite Recently Died

they said you'd live forever

you would never die

you with that hurricane

spinning in your eyes

you could conquer heaven

and do a gig up on mars

clean it up, let it rip

in all them spacey bars

please, do not leave us

dearest Mister Prine

stay for supper, at the very least

have a glass of wine

we will light some candles

mom will make dessert

please never leave us

we cannot take the hurt

i heard you sing with Bonnie

beyond the furthest stars

i heard you sing with Iris

when I was out driving in my car

i heart you sing with the devil

a cagey bastard, yes

at least he was too modest

to wear a mini dress

you sang just like a poet

you played both near and far

you had that grin and twinkle

when you picked up your guitar

the world was better with you

not perfect, but what the heck

i loved you Mr. Prine

i always will, I suspect