How many times, has it been now, <br />after searching high and low, somehow, <br />when I wanted something fresh and new, <br />I always seems, not surprisingly, to return to you, <br />with Every little kiss, he first got my attention, <br />with southern country kind of jazzed, no, not a new invention, <br />That's just the way it is, and that's the way it was, <br />sounded really cool, specially if you had a buzz, <br />He took us down The spirit trail, he left us in the Hot house, <br />The changes from here, to there, was like from man to mouse, <br />King of the hill was his special plan, and used his Spider fingers, <br />he crawled along the Great divide, carefully he lingers, <br />he was shaking his Shadow hand, tickling ivory to Swan song, <br />now we have barely touched the surface, still he moves along, <br />cruising thru the Funhouse, dark as night, searching for his crown, <br />Listening to Bruce, never gets old, at least not In this town<br /><br />Gomer LePoet<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/listening-to-bruce/
