The Rhythm Room — Image by kenne
The Rhythm Room
There was a place
Somewhere near downtown
Always rock’n
Embracing the sound
Echoing in time
Without a hour clock.
Down in old H-town.
More than a room,
The grandest of joints
Rhythm was its fame
So no need to point
For people all knew
Blues was its claim
Down in old H-town.
The Room now gone
Replaced by many
So too the sound
Losing out to money
Rhythm in the blues
Forever to be found
Down in old H-town.
kenne
