"Joe Bubbas pony"

Joe Bubba was a flyer above the mortal coil
He tried to dare his Kismet but brought his last turmoil,
He went down to the river the other afternoon
Went to see the water from a Whiskey Bend saloon,
He stared a lot at nothin' thats the accepted way
And the river kept on flowin' like a rich cafe au lait,
Joe Bubba had a pony but it liked to run away
That pony was his mistress in a roughy-tumble way,
Moonlight flying was no good with moonbeams all astray
Bubba thought that Venus wasn't quite so far away,
He drove into the Cosmos to there unbend his mind
And solve eternal puzzles of his life and love entwined.

Epitaph for Joe Whisenhunt
October 1998