O’d to Prince

I guess I should have known by the way you Played so long Danced so long So Full On. Did the splits, gave your All to Funk gave Mojo More. Out James-ed James Brown sometimes. You, the best-dressed bees knees. Your band a team of best-dressed ass. More model Motown grooves revolve, evolve-ing. Echoes of Stax, a new Philly from Minneapolis. You sang so sweet, reached the high notes. Flew so high. I guess I should have known there would be pain. Eternal Sets you played — Sweet Love you made. Full On Times 9 lives, funk-cool Cat. Times. Eternal. Love Candle Creativity Burned Both Ends. No — all the way through And both ends. Damn! Love those Keys in ‘Girlfriend’, boyfriend. Love your Guitar ‘When Doves Cry’. That Tambourine in ‘Tambourine’. Your humour. Your timing. Your poise. That pause in ‘Kiss’. Love Your Voice Always Your…