Wayman's Signature

It didn't matter whether you were playing down South

Or maybe you were jazzing in Jamaica or Egypt

Nobody could mistake your sound

Big man on that bass guitar

What was even bigger was your legacy

Now I look back at songs

Grateful that in your short forty even years you left so much

Maybe you don't walk here anymore

Now you are looking down on this humanity

Your job is done

Now we have your basketball court memories

And I turn down the sound and play your jazz

it hurts when you lose your jazz friends

the good Lord knows

but keep watch over us Wayman

And I'll keep my ears open

listening man for that signature sound.

(in memory of basketball Superstar and bass guitar jazzman Mr. Wayman Tisdale)