The Crossover Road

A campfire Poem

A ragtime refrain of a jug band clanged,
While fireflies danced and an old toad sang.
Where X marked the spot Rob dropped to his knees.
And with bile in his throat he begged Beelzebub "please."
Then out of a shadow and with the scent of decay,
Old Scratch emerged to steal Rob's soul away.
"You gave me your soul so I'll give you the blues.
"Just hand me your guitar and you'll get your muse."
Rob did just so and the devil took it in hand,
Then played the blues with a demonic band.
Now that was way back in '32 when Rob got his way.
That gave rise to many a star that shines even today.
Zeppelin and Stones and Dylan and Miller just to name a few.
When you enjoy their rockin' sounds, just give the devil his due.
Eric strums blues on his colorful strings,
But it's Rob's fateful deal that gave him those things.