When I die
Lay my coffin
On top of the dusty jukebox
Of any seedy bar
That I favored
At the moment.
Put my white shoes on.
That’s all I ask.
Well, not really...
Have fun picking out my clothes.
Don’t stop putting quarters in.
Keep the music playing.
Eat lots of yummy food.
I know you guys are great cooks.
Smoke if you wanna.
KEEP THE TV OFF.
Drink.
The hard stuff.
Keep feeding quarters
Into the machine
Knowing I lived a full
Good life
With hardships
And wonder
Just like all of you.
Let me shake and dance
On top of the jukebox.
Just don’t let me fall off.
That could get ugly.
And at the end of the night...
Or week....
Don’t forget
To tip your bartender.
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