Lawrence Hall
Dispatches
for the Colonial Office
Jim Croce and a Rainy Morning
When the plane went down that
was the end
Of telephone operators and
bottles of time
But the electronics are kind
enough to send
Good memories of when coffee
was a dime
You really could mess around
with Jim
If you knew your way around a
chord
And heard his lyrics as a
workman’s hymn
That spoke of art offered to
the Lord
He gave us good thoughts
through his guitar’s strum -
And, yeah, a wild moustache
to back away from!
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