30/30

Supposed to be a funeral

I want peanut shells on the floor,

Johnny and June on the jukebox.

People should drink their usuals;

nobody should stand in a line.

I want the ones inside to think

I'm outside smoking, and the ones

outside to think I'm inside drinking.

If words come to you,

don't say them. They're guests here;

they knew me from work. Find them

a drink and take them home with you

at the end. No one should leave alone.