The Drummer
Beats are like that,
you know….
they can jazz the soul,
bump the heart, and get
one’s feet ceremoniously
tapping—fingers snapping:
for sure, I am a Thumper,
Banger—Slammer, first
on skins, and now
plastic, but none-the-less
fantastic—tunefully elastic!
With my old Sizzlers good
as ever, for quality bronze
never fades entirely away,
ringing truer with
the seasoning-years.
Youth? I miss it…
but not when playing
in a rowdy, holistic way;
sensing my bounce tripping
on—long after a dashing
left-hand gone.
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