The Devil’s Details


By brian francis

He was sitting and strumming on an old worn guitar
Dreaming of being the best there ever was
He sung in the churches blues tinted psalms to God
But he dreamed of fames alluring buzz

He came to a cross roads where fate played its hand
The music’s strum and rhythm touched his soul
And on a street corner he settled down with his song
Sealing his deal with the devil to reach his goal

Outside of the churches he had a wild juke of a time
Singing of sorrows and the lonesome loss of love
Sadness echoes long in the void of a hollow shell
Emptied and dried because he betrayed God above

He played delta blues better than any man ever has
Until at twenty-Seven his ticket was cashed
The debt was collected before his fame really came
But the devil remained smiling, unabashed

He inspired generations, his influence complete
His spark set to blaze Rock and Roll
All of those who came after praise him still today
And they remember the pain of fames toll

Author’s Note: inspiration – Robert Leroy Johnson

Copyright ©2020 brian francis

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brian francis

Born and raised in the idyllic environment of Lancaster County, Pennsylvania. A rural paradise perfect for a roving childhood. Now living in the desert southwest, with a flock of parrots, a pigeon, and Three dogs.

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