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Crescent Moon Memorial Buried Blues Band

 

 

It was a windless night denuded of sleep

So since it was warm I hit the streets

 

Walking under ancient oaks draped in Spanish moss

My path inevitably led to where everything

Was at a complete loss

 

 

Crescent Moon Memorial Cemetery

Final rest of the dead

Where all lie below their Earthly cares

Was  where my feet had somehow led

 

Row upon row of forgotten names

In all of their endeavors

Had been eased of their pains

 

Then as I trudged by at a quarter to three

A low chorus of voices and music

Through the mist

Came floating to me

 

I was startled but intrigued

\"What mischief is this ?\"

I had to go and see for myself

So I crept silently to where came the origins of this heavenly bliss

 

In a circle of bench seats

And monument stones

The strangest thing was there

That I had ever known

 

Ghosts and skeletons were playing them bones

And singing softly in guttural growls and morbid moans

 

A see through piano , trombone

Clairinet , drums and bass

One saxophone , a silver cornet

And a wailing guitar

That completed the set

 

On the translucent petal bass drum

Was the name of the etheral clan

And to a catchy tune I began to hum

Crescent Moon Memorial Buried Blues Band

The epitaph on the vaporous drum so aptly was stated

 

And I soon found myself completely enraptured

As a die hard fan I was to be captured

 

What seemed like a lifetime

They continued to play

Quaint soul soothing rthyms

That sure made my day

As the sounds drifted across the river

And out to the bay

 

But far off I heard the morning cock\'s call

Then phiff !

Vanished all into the fog without a trace

As if covered by an invisible pall

 

And then a ray of light caught the gleam in my eye

And I knew then that when

The time comes

Here\'s where I want to be placed

After I die