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
© Phil Renaud 2015