Just a single footlight
Just a single chair
A solitary figure
Sitting comfortably there,
Right ankle resting
On his left thigh
Guitar resting
Comfortably nigh
Mouth harp held
In its neck stand
Strings being plucked
By his right hand.
And he blasted out the blues
Rocking the night along
Some standard covers
And a self penned song.
Bringing all into his world
As he held us captive there
Power emanating from that
Single solitary chair.
The music stops, the figure smiles
Thanks all for their applause
And quietly and calmly
Roy Leo Lyon withdraws.
There's just left behind
A single empty chair
A single footlight beam
Focused on it there
