Monday, January 23, 2017

Roll, a poem


Holding it in, way down underneath,
sang Big Joe Turner and described every
relationship I’ve ever been in. Can I
shake, rattle, and roll away from you?

I’m not the cat with Odin’s eye; there never
was a way to see beyond myself
and into you. Holding it in, till I
could no longer, yeah, way down underneath.

Best I be on the road away from you
when I let it go. Best I do right;
best I roll and save my doggone soul.
No one needs to sing my blues but me.

Stephen Brooke ©2017

Obviously riffing off the blues-rock song 'Shake, Rattle, and Roll,' which, incidentally, is part of my repertoire.

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