An homage to the late, to the great.
Your courtship had such allure.
As you covet the nostalgia and
as you pick at the wounds...
Life, a brisk bite but
a beaut. Life, a Louisiana Beignet.
You lucky little Juliet.
Carry on my dear odd friend,
carry on with all your delicacy.
I'll sweep you up to the shore,
and pack up the Pontiac while I pray
that all your tiny tears taste like butterscotch.