RIP Joe

Joe 

So close to John

now John Doe

Joe

Slot machine in a computer room

and my cousin and I recycling quarters on a summer afternoon because you had a key

And you shook my hand for longer than awhile

Because you're from the South

and that's how they do things

friendly chap you were

and now

the slots cashed out

be free

to fly

slot machines in heaven 

there will be

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