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
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