That Old Ragtime
I can't help tapping my feet
to that rhythm and off-beat,
bright piano sounds so sweet,
brings bounciness to my mind
when I hear that old ragtime.
Joplin sure can entertain,
takes maple leaves, something plain,
becomes magic to the brain.
Bowman's 12th Street is sublime,
play more of the old ragtime.
Whether used for 'olden days,'
way back in the nineties gay,
I think it has more to say,
play that piano divine,
someone write some new ragtime.
It's overdue for a revival anyway...
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
