At the Threetuns

Just a single footlight Just a single chair A solitary figure Sitting comfortably there, Right ankle resting On his left thigh Guitar resting Comfortably high Mouth harp held In its neck stand Strings being plucked By his right hand. And he blasted out the blues Rocking the night along Some standard covers And a self penned song. Bringing all into his world As he held us captive there Power emanating from that Single solitary chair. The music stops, the figure smiles Thanks all for their applause And quietly and calmly The Bluesman withdraws. There’s just left behind A single empty chair A single footlight beam Focused on it there Roy Leo Lyons, local blues singer/writer and bird photographer extraordinaire