The Love Of Arthur Lee Poem by D.A. Woods

The Love Of Arthur Lee



A black man, made to pretend to be a white man singing like a black man,
how very ironic.
The first truely black rockstar,
in my white heart, he's there.... he's iconic.

Stars are in the sky and I do wonder,
listening to your songs and I begin to ponder,
with your friend Morrison by your side you'll never be alone again,
or,
A toast for you Arthur, a musical poet, a storming troubadour.

{R.I.P}

Sunday, January 31, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: music
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