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.