The sound of flowing blues,
And slide of molten gold,
Those tapping dancing shoes
And notes of aching soul.
An humility of sound,
All time and never show,
The understated master,
Has finally made it home.

Another of my guitar heroes has left us. That slide guitar and gruff vocals.
(22.12.25)

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