No Brains



No brains in his own damn brains

Blue and Lonely by the Rolling Stones

Her daughter married Pat’s nephew

They danced with Anita at the wedding all night long

Along the babbling brook lives a restaurant caterer

He bought a place up by the lake

He lies so much he don’t know what the truth is

He’s never on time he's always late

Marconi red peppers and have a heart deer away

Listening to John Mayo and Joe Bonnamaso

No brains in his own damn brain

Only rolls of banding material and an old AM radio



Robert

2020

John Prine

My heart aches in a way it has not for many years. The loss of John Prine is the loss of years of love and holding onto a memory. Memories of someone who knew the words to every song, memories of a war fought for all the wrong reasons, memories of a time when we were young and the music brought us together. John Prine is the reason that I write songs, he is my true songwriting hero, without him, Bob Dylan, Kris Kristofferson, and Hank Williams to emulate and embrace my words may not exist. John is a legend and has inspired so many to say whatever it is that they have to say. I send love and condolences to the Prine family for your loss. We who listened and loved share your grief. 

Robert
April 8, 2020