He had a thin face
And cowboy eyes
Sat still till he had
To kick in a beat
Then the arms came alive
Two sticks on the skin
And the band followed suit
To move to
The drummer man
English gentleman
Not in elegant wear tonight
Only a t-shirt on his back
Showing finely muscled arms
Swings his sticks to the beat
Required
To party to the hilt
And the crowd going wild
With this rock and roll sound
One Animal in fact
As he sits upright
At the back
Perfectly serene expression
Like he knows
knows it all
Been there
lots of times
Bemused by the appreciation
From the crowd all around
This goes on
This rock and roll sound
Right on the skins
Impaled on his soul
Till his dying day
Charlie said it all
So many sad faces
Imagine
Charlie is gone
Death is
What it is
Is weak
Compared to the beat
Laid down
By a master of Time
That will go on
The heart beat
The alive beat
We all live for still
Where he is
If anywhere
There is a jazz band there
That soothing sound
And Charlie in the middle of it all
Can’t stop smiling
Can’t stop waving his arms
Hitting the skins
Thinking of his friends
Of his love for the sound
Charlie Watts
Rest in Peace
And
In rhythm