Words & Music By C. Berry

Growing up, like most teens, I took for granted local music legends–Chuck Berry, Ike and Tina Turner, Miles Davis.  Didn’t every city have their own musical treasures?

Miles Davis trumpeted jazz and was kind of blue

The area wasn’t always kind to him in return

Ike and Tina Turner Revue–somewhere every weekend

The mountain was high and the valley so low

On vinyl records by The Beach Boys, Beatles, Rolling Stones

Many other artists borr0wed fame freely

Chuck Berry gave back tenfold

Early in the morning, he gave warning

Don’t step on my blue suede shoes

Words and music by C. Berry

After all these years

We’re still Reelin’ and a Rockin’



golden crawfish

Lost among velvet
Paintings of the real king
That glowed in the dark
Was Crawfish Elvis

An incredible crustacean
With an exoskeleton
That glistened
Like finest gold

A real folk hero
Sensation of the mud flats
One cool, “Craw-Daddy-O”
Was the “Big C-E”

Crawfish Elvis
Didn’t have a pelvis
So dancing was indeed
Out of the question

The “Big C-E”
Rocked the joint
Took care of business
Pincers straight to the point