Bob, In You See I A Tradition, A Harmony Of Trends, An Unacknowledged Legacy Of Heritage Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Bob, now I understand
Why you were late
In acknowledging the award,
Perhaps for the legacy of trend and tradition
Carried over the years,
Those of the guitarists',
Solo guitarists and their performances,
Singing in company,
Carrying the tradition
Of the musicians and singers
And song-writers.

Yours is not a tradition
To be viewed in isolation,
To be aloof from,
But a tradition
Deeper and complex
And mixed
Drawing from not,
But enriching the same tradition
Of the intra-legacy
Of the jazz, blues, country, folk,
Gospel, rock and roll.

An inter-mixer of English, Scottish and Irish
Folk songs,
His is a poetry of dialect
Deriving from all,
Going even to fashion and tradition,
Clime and norm
To nomenclature
To convention
And gospel music
Which is but Christian music.

It is difficult to imagine him
In the absence of
Woody Guthrie, Robert Johnson, Hank Williams
And Little Richard,
Voicing Beats, protest songs,
American civil rights, anti-war songs,
Enriching the area of pop music,
Making us remember
Whitman, Ginsberg, Dylan
As the poets,
The Beatles.

Apart from being a song-writer,
He has much of a singer,
A folk singer,
A musician,
That too a guitarist
As for the body language,
The mood and sentiment of
A pop singer folksy
And trendy,
Catching the rhythms of life,
The beats of music.

His style of presentation,
Manner of speech,
Dialect of tongue,
Accenting of language,
The absorb and release,
The dress and taking
In tune with,
In consonance with
Style and manner,
Fashion and design
Really adding to.