Like I know my way around Sunset, he knew his way around a fretboard. Funny guy. Kind of guy that would slam a quarter dipped in SuperGlue into a jukebox coin hole just to give himself some space. Had a good fastball, and a nasty slider too. If the curveball hadn't had a tendency to hang on the corner, he might have had a career with the Expos. But instead we got music from him, and plenty of things to think about. He had a way of making you laugh that put people at ease. I guess the freaks in this joint got a lot more out of him than we could ever give back. I know I owed him a Four Roses or two.
There's a coffee house where there ain't no juke boxes, or poker machines, or karaoke, where the music goes all night and the whiskey and songs get passed around 'til dawn. Maybe I'll catch up with you there someday, Big Guy.