Sunday, October 30, 2011

Lalo Kikiriki

That ribbon of highway

One more time we're
weaving through Morongo,
Lay Down Sally
playing on the Eagle,
down the Pass with
the bassline bumping
and the windmills slapping time.

No matter what
is on the radio,
the long blades always
seem to keep the beat
and we sing,
"Doncha ever leave" like
the colored girls doot 'n' dooed
for Lou Reed...

but we're leaving the wild side,
the desert is behind,
and the next song stutters
at White water,
"she had to -hic- me right
"... the river...
as if, like vampires,
rock-n-roll balks
at running water
and the desert radio
loses its wild power
in the white noise of
the city's frequency

1 comment:

  1. Sure love this poem and all it's rockin' references. Some of my favorite tunes. Oh yeah...