Last night a pink moon
Skipped over Oregon
Bigger than normal some say
While others never noticed
At a non-descript moment
A voice behind a face
Flickered out forever
Vanishing from
Our human aliveness status
He, that person, a songwriter
Gave us a bathtub full
Of original tunes
Not just campfire favorites
But more so…
Slice of life oratories
On who we are, how we live &
What we do - even things
We don’t do because we avoid things
Then pass them on for someone
Else
In his unique wordsmithing
You could liken his songs
To Norman Rockwell paintings
For their stark portrayal
Subject matter
Although our author
Drove his chariot
Into troubled waters
Detailing rawness of humanness,
It was always
In amazing fashion -
A palatable dose
Of storytelling at its
Finest
This troubadour seldom
Took the easy way out
Leaving us bluntness
Often humorous but
Without doubt - thought provoking
In some way
He gave the rest of us voice
Meaning; here’s a vision
What do you make of us,
Or it?
From my listenership
My interpretation of
His cavalcade poetry
Meshed in melody
Easily latched onto song
He told his character-rich tales
Unapologetically
Here it is Pilgrim…
Suck this one into your head!
So long John Prine -
One of America’s greatest
Songster Laureate spokesman
Armed with a guitar
And a hell of a lot to share in song
About we the people -
Good, Bad or otherwise!
Rest in Peace ~~~ Dan’l
John Prine was 73 at his passing
Written 4/8/2020