Thursday, 21 May 2015

The King Is Gone




The King Is Gone
The King of Blues
Was a modest man
His music lit a fuse
That began
A lifelong cruise
Through the musical span
Known as the Blues
 
His dulcet tones
Created by Lucille
Sunk into my bones
Sounds so genteel
I was often prone
It was all so surreal
 
His music will live on
Through the annals of time
And looked upon
As sublime
 
The King is gone
But not forgotten
RIP B.B.
 
© Phil Renaud 2015