Sunday, November 29, 2009

Brenda Petrakos


I love rock and roll !
It liberates the kid at the New Jersey turn pike
The southern comfort daughter
The high roller’s son in his hotel on the strip
a shelter
a voice to remind
I love rock and roll
Every singer in 1972 was my friend
And they repeat their chants like
Mystic monks to tribal beats
And everyone knows the songs
And everyone sings with Mick
Or John and holds an invisible instrument
To their chest
And fingers
So savage
The air
Because we love it
We love it
We love rock and roll

1 comment:

  1. It's ONLY Rock & Roll but I like it! I like it! Great poem to read after watching the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame show on TV.