Dear Lucille,
Come for me in the twilight of nocturnal hour
Close my eyes with soft kindness
The fading memories of you emerges from the night around me
Mist mingles its lamentation with the soft whispering of the sea
Deserted like a graveyard at the crack of dawn
In the hour of departure
Come for me
Oh my dear departed one! .......

Dear Lucille,
Cold frontier faces are now haunting the fragments of a lonesome heart
A king and queen now sit in an exiled throne
Old, alone in a forsaken kingdom
Friendless, forgotten and torned apart
In you the wars of old and the lust of the monarchs were originated
In you lost sailors struggle for a way out from the cave of shipwrecked
But Lucille, Oh! Lucille
You swallowed eternity whole!
Won't you come my way once more?
My self restraint is crumbling
My tainted trust , my betrayed love
You left me on the shore
Bound by grief , stunned by despair
Still you clung to desire
Like time you left me untouched
Yet swallowed eternity whole! ...........

Dear Lucille,
You satisfied me in the ambivalence of fury and dread
Came closer in the moist hours of dusk and dawn
Waited in silence as sorrow engulfed the horizon
Beyond love and carnal sins , you walked on ......

Dear Lucille,
Will you not come again?
Running along the rain soaked lane
Beautiful and pale
In the darkest of nights
Where so many a day
Made me blind , then grew gray
I count what I can't forget
And evetually fail
Oh my sweet Lucille!
Will you not come again?
For the one who gave up immortality to love you
Smiled and wept seasons through
Gave up his own flesh for the love he lost
Now raise his voice to you .......

Dear Lucille,
There was solemn solitude in our embrace
Intense passion in corner of our kisses
How deep did this desire of mine run!
You might never comprehend
Say, if I'm here no more
Will you come then?
Indeed I loved you; my dear friend!
I loved with my life and it came to an abrupt end
Indeed I loved you; I love you yet
But the swift judgement that departed us, now cannot be mend ........

if I suffer at this
typewriter
think how I'd feel
among the lettuce-
pickers of Salinas?
I think of the men
I've known in
factories
with no way to
get out-
choking while living
choking while laughing
at Bob Hope or Lucille
Ball while
2 or 3 children beat
tennis ***** against
the wall.
some suicides are never
recorded.

It always starts with a Woman;
a woman with skin like sweet milk chocolate.
A woman with a voice like warm honey on a cold dark night
And brown eyes in which a man might comfortably lose his soul.

The club was cold; not much of a club really;
A drafty old barn of a building somewhere in Arkansas
A big barrel half filled with Kerosene was lit to heat the hall.
The Young black folk of the town were gathered around

Young B.B. King was playing the blues, on a guitar with no name.
That was when the fight broke out on the dance floor.
two strong men doing battle over a woman who worked at the club.
It always starts with a woman.

Punches were exchanged; in the melee someone kicked over that barrel
And fire, like a river, roared across the floor.
Everybody started to run for the only open exit.
B.B. King ran too, until he recalled he had forgotten his guitar.

She was nothing special except for the man who played her
The man who coaxed sweet sad sounds from every catgut string.
King wasn’t a rich man and that guitar was his meal ticket
So he raced back through the flames.

Just as he retrieved his guitar, the building began
Its slow sad collapse into ash and embers
He barely escaped with his life and his guitar.

Standing outside in the cold night
Looking on the ruins of what had been a good paying gig.
That was when he met Lucille;
She was the barmaid with the sweet milk chocolate skin
And a voice like warm honey on a cold dark night;
Those two men had just fought and died over
a pleasure that neither would ever possess.

That was when B.B. King christened that old beat up guitar
“Lucille”:
To remind him of this night he almost died.
to remind him never to do something that stupid again.
Like I was saying, it always starts with a woman.