Oh, How I Wish It Was Thursday Again

An ode to Jimmy Buffett

I said goodbye on a Friday,

To a man of tales and tropical air.

He’d make you laugh, or make you cry,

But best of all, he’d make you dare to dance.

He was one of us, the best of us,

An over-forty pirate poet, a modern-day bard.

Oh, how I wish it was Thursday again.

Born under a Christmas star,

He gift-wrapped dreams in his Martin guitar.

From barroom stools to beaches afar,

He sang the soundtrack of my heart.

I’d belt his songs in my first car,

And in my last car.

Oh, how I wish it was Thursday again.

Turn back the clock, oh Jimmy,

Could you just play that tune once more?

For old time’s sake, won’t you please gimme

One more song, from Margaritaville’s lore.

Oh, how I wish it was Thursday again.

He took me from the cold to somewhere warm,

When my soul was tired and worn.

He took me from the land to the sea,

And everywhere in between.

I know where you are,

You’ll get to talk to one of your heroes, Mr. Twain.

And I am certain, even he will refrain,

Oh, how I wish it was Thursday again.

Written on Sunday 9/3/2023. As a native Floridian, Jimmy’s songs, lifestyle, and personality deeply resonated with me (and millions of others). I was saddened and surprised to hear of his passing on Saturday morning.

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