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Rock Steady
He played a rock steady beat,
That rumbled as a train on its tracks.
The echoes rebellious stark.
Moving the nicotine in the chest.
Siphoning joy from the very air.
Distilling it down to a sound.
He played a rock steady beat,
The snare rasping like sand on grass.
Hip swaying and ecstasy led.
A blur of microphone humming.
Distorted and redacted down.
Making sense only to the senses.
He played a rock steady beat.
When summer heat promises darkness.
Sweat crawling spider like.
Unable to think through the noise.
A dream of bass note vibrations.
And white lightening feedback.
Copyright ©
Robert Crank
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