Blues for BBK
on Sheila Ash (India), 17/May/2015 05:03, 34 days ago
“The thrill is gone” sings the repriseI wipe the tears from my eyes.“The Thrill is gone” is all the airways playHallelujah on this his judgement day.Is it true the main man’s gone?His music lingers long. Raised sharecropping cotton in the American SouthDiscrimination and the Klan handing its justice outa 15 dollar guitar nestling sweetly in your hand“3 O’clock blues” sounding strong across the landYou hit the road in’52Nothing else for you to do. The Beale Street Blues Boy and his bandsplayed a year of one night standsPlaying the juke joints, clubs and barsYou and Lucille were the starsHeading t’ward the legend you became“King of the Blues” in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. Don’t fight over women. Don’t run into a fire.Sing praises to the Lord in a gospel choir.Foot stomping blues made me sway,broken heart laments took my breath away.Soulful 12 bar poems, finger-plucked in 4-4 time,endorsing my heart strings to resonate in rhyme With that deep gruff vibrato’s cadenceFull of pain and perseveranceSignature songs of lust and lossovercame at such a costrhythmic rifts of grief and painsThe Man is gone, but the thrill remains. © Sheila Ash 17thMay 2015ashramblings