Some days are like others
And some days Richie
Havens dies.  It’s more

Than a dream that a
Guitar can sigh and take
Some lucky ones with it. 

Muddy. Richie. Robert–
Temples. Churches. BP,
They bow before the hands

That move those strings. 
Even the devil, money 
Himself, will say uncle

To one song like that. 
Art. Richie. A dream. 
Light is no more than

Fingers on strings right.