Goodbye M.V. Wells

 I didn't associate with Mark Wells but I'd see him at most gigs. There was another musician getting around with his name. M.V. is an abbreviation of Motor Vessel. I wrote this in 2015 

Goodbye M V Wells

I'm so sad you've gone so soon

Can I get a favour as you depart

Send me a postcard from the moon

Goodbye M V Wells

I'm going to dance here on the dock

To music you helped make

Not just blues cause I like the Rock

Goodbye M V Wells

Give my regards to the Albatross

That'll now follow you around

Making sure peace will not be a loss

Goodbye M V Wells

I'm looking forward to that request

At least the Astro mail is free

Just like you now having a rest

Goodbye M V Wells


©Beswick 2015





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