Imersed in culture
I sit here pinning
For those times
With friends of old
I would go to
High Hat’s
And snap to that
Smooth, jazzy beat
Or those times
With Rick
When we would jam
With an impromptue beat
We would move
The crowd
And be praised
With their cool snaps
Solid, I was
On that bass
Smooth and high
Rick was on
Those six strings
We never played
For those crowds
It was all for us
We relished in it
Thinking only of
The pleasure that the
Last phrase brought
And what the
Next would bring
A song from the
Souls of two
Heart felt musicians
We needed nothing more
Then to express
Those feelings
That we held so deep
We held nothing
Back from
The lives of the
Songs we created
On those cold
Winter days
Or in that
Hot, muggy club
With words so
Deep our blues
Would fill the room
A tear, A sniff
A sad feeling
Would fill
Everyone’s heart
We’d finish
And a majestic awe
Would come over
The audience
We would revel
In the silence
Taking heart that
Our songs
Truly moved the crowds
And they were assuredly
Songs from
The Soul