Listening to Howlin’ Wolf
The 1970 Sessions featured the best
That the British had; they threw it all at him.
He was a big man, with shovel hands,
Held the harmonica like it were a rare bird;
They didn’t know quite how to play
Little Red Rooster
So he showed them with his acoustic.
When he died they laid him out,
His hands crossed on his breast.
He looked like he’d pop out and scream:
Even in death he was hollering –
Howlin’ Wolf, from Chicago Illinois
He’d so many friends there,
Nothing could hurt him.
R.H.