Still a Nat King Cole's Fan: A Poem
Being so much of a sentimental type
a slow-paced, meditative baby-boomer
somehow I got missed by fast music hype
which is defining me as a musical consumer.
Long before Julio Iglesias messed with my heart
with his Spanish sentiment resonating in my soul
there were others, I wouldn't know where to start
one for sure, that soothing charmer Nat King Cole.
Couldn't get enough of "Stardust" and "Too Young"
voice gentle like whisper and just right to my taste
even though English was not my mother's tongue
none of his romantic lyrics ever went to a waste.
Soul goes international when good music starts
whether Iglesias, Aznavour, Reno, or a Boone
for there is something recognized by heart
placing us instantly under dreamy moon.
They told me to age gracefully and go with time
to get into rap, heavy metal, and rock'n roll
but betraying my heart would be a crime
so I stay loyal to my Nat King Cole.