Drum Solo

Shut down your mind and
Be the drum
Pounding up and down
The heartbeat
Booms swinging ‘round the forearm
Up the ear behind the head
Crashing cymbals sprayed in finger
Dust
Rolling, reeling, rocking kettles spilling
Thunder through the air
Electric
Charge!
Wham!
Sucker punch inside the gut
Ah! Oh! Man!
Now you’re jazzin’, Satchmo!


(Previously published in The Short North Gazette, July 2000)

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