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,