He was a lover and a brother
and a son, like no other
He was a Greek and so unique
strong and bold, never meek
He was a father, all could bother
like a splash of holy water
Strong of faith, a true heavyweight
who's destiny was more than great
He loved his blues and paid his dues
life for him was like a cruise
Thru the navy, seldom lazy
just a bit, musician crazy
His laugh was huge, but never rude
he gave it free, for all to use
With stick in hand, a rhythm man
he could play in any band
He kept the beat, with hands and feet
a heart of gold, for you and me.
He's a smokin' drummer, a wise bud jammer
he is the man we all call Hammer.
To John from Jeff 6/15/04
