For Gary Moore
for gary moore...
...ain't nothing but the blues
talkin' sweltering licks
screaming through flaming hues
reaching deep, deep into that wandering soul
of devilish chords on those walkways of paris
strutting and strumming, never taking a mere stroll
so though your time here and now may be up
and though your moments here and now may be through
forgive me for borrowing your words again
cos' we still got the blues for you...
Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013
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