Listening to BruceA Poem by Gomer LePoetA tribute on the music of the great country/rock/pop/jazz and yes even hip-hop, pianist, Bruce HornsbyListening To Bruce How many times, has it been now, after searching high and low, somehow, when I wanted something fresh and new, I always seems, not surprisingly, to return to you with Every little kiss, he first got my attention, with southern country kind of jazzed, no, not a new invention, That's just the way it is, and that's the way it was, sounded really cool, specially if you had a buzz He took us down The spirit trail, he left us in the Hot house, The changes from here, to there, was like from man to mouse, King of the hill was his special plan, and used his Spider fingers, he crawled along the Great divide, carefully he lingers
he was shaking his Shadow hand, tickling ivory to Swan song, now we have barely touched the surface, still he moves along, cruising thru the Funhouse, dark as night, searching for his crown, Listening to Bruce, never gets old, at least not In this town Gomer LePoet...
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8 Reviews Added on May 5, 2010 Last Updated on May 15, 2010 AuthorGomer LePoetTampa, FLAboutI am a former IT Manager/Consultant working for many Fortune 500 companies, mainly in the Banking, Telecommunications industry. I am also a part time musician, playing guitars and keyboards and writ.. more.. |

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