Hymn for my Soul

Stage is set, instruments tuned
light, reds and blues, yellows all ready
microphone stand silently waiting.
The auditorium starts to fill
still daylight it begins.
Guitars singing, raging, demanding
voice, drums escorting them.
The gutsy voice begins the set
Dave Mason in full glory.
"Hymn for my Soul"

Bass player fingering fluent perfect time,
lead guitar revelling in solo magnificence
the set ends, roadies change
all around, then it is time,
time for 'the boy from Sheffield', to strut
his stuff, for the guttural gravelly voice,
given in to the shrieking cries of
'Cry me a River', 'Delta Lady' and oh so very many more.
A saxophonist, with amazing range, the clarity almost
making you weep with it's perfection.
Lead guitar brings shivers to the spine,
slide enough to cause acute
sexual embarrassment with it's excitement.
His hands, forever counting beats as he sings, one could imagine
hands covering ones body, seeking to delve, grope and delight.
The voice, although older, still sends
a shivering excitement's thrill.
The two sing together -
a sexual explosion so waiting to happen.

Jean Isherwood Farley 15.07.09

Written following Joe Cocker Concert in Baltimore 14.07.09