A 44-word poem using juke.
Honky Tonk Attitude
Joe Diffie sang it differently.
Prop him beside the jukebox,
but now what?
Joe died last year.
A pre-delta
corona virus victim.
And we got no jukes.
All the bars were closed.
Joe’s gone to heaven,
I s’pose they got
him a good jukebox.
Look both ways, mind the gaps,
and be careful what you wish for.
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Our Literary Journey 
irony, what?
oy, sad in the passing, and I guess he probably did not get his wish.
i am glad to see a few of them opening up, and watering holes opening
to wet our whiskers for music and a libation or two…
sobering a bit.
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I didn’t know until I googled the song to read the lyrics. Ironic for sure.
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So many of the old ones have passed (even before the pandemic) I think we need a jukebox for people to remember how it was… so far we’re drinking at home with Spotify playing
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I agree.
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What a tough time this has been for bar owners – one or the other way. So sad that he died – too many did
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There is so much nostalgia wrapped up in these few words. Nicely done.
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Thank you, Linda.
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You’re welcome!
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I grew up on Joe Diffie and his death really hit me. He may not have been Bigger than the Beatles, but he left this Third Rock from the Sun a little bit better.
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Wife and I have danced to many of his songs.
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Oh that is sad, his passing from the virus. It is nice he is remembered in your poem.
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Oh this is so tragic.. his passing from the Covid virus.. a poignant write.
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Thank you.
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Your poem def has the honky tonk rhythm goin’ on ~~~ loved it. No doubt he’s up there with the jukebox!
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Thank you, Helen.
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Makes me wonder how many more old ones will go before we can hear them one more time.
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Things are opening up in our city, thank heaven. 500 mile race and NBA finals drew large crowds, and life seemed almost normal again.
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So sad to hear about his passing but the image of the jukebox in heaven made me smile. We are starting to loosen up with the restrictions here in Canada but still careful about the variants. Thanks for joining in!
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🙂
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Lovely poem.
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Thank you.
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Oh how I love the idea of jukeboxes in heaven. Sorry to hear about Joe.
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So sad! Poignant use of the word ‘jukebox’ at the end.
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Thank you, Ingrid.
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So sad about his death, but I smiled at his jukebox in the afterworld. I suppose some people live on through their music (or art, words, etc.).
We’ve been going out more and seeing some friends, but we’re still trying to be careful.
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Glad your doing well.
As I was researching the song lyrics and discovered his passing, the poem took an ironic turn on me.
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It’s funny how that can happen.
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So tragic that his voice was silenced too soon. Jukeboxes in heaven sounds wonderful.
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“Mish”
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Very nicely done. Sorry we lost Joe. I remember Willy singing that one also! That song came to mind with this Prompt also. And Bubba Shot the Juke Box last night…
Great poem.
Dwight
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Thank you, Dwight.
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This is beautiful, but sad, Bill 😦
Sincerely,
David
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Interesting poem, Bill. I remember that song but did not know about the singer’s death. Very well put together
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Thank you, Susan.
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death and music and life. they interweave and are almost always in a loop. profound write.
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Thank you.
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