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elegy of drums

“A rolling stone gathers no moss.”  

charlie beat the hell out of skin  
        spilling not a drop of precious blood  
                membrane to his feet tamed the din  
                        of his passions raging like a flood  
 
                                paradiddle dreams crowned his head  
                                        bossa nova clavé poly rhyme  
                                                syncopation sycophant-bred  
                                                        of the gallantry of space and time  
 
charlie rode his hi hat to hell  
        landing on his polyrhythm couch  
                mozambique and french grip and bell  
                        proved the soul in him was no man’s grouch  
 
                                till the day he climbed from his stool  
                                        when his morning sun refused to rise  
                                                elegy of drums, soft and cool,  
                                                        phantoms of his music, fill the skies  
 
© Copyright 2021 September 07  
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
Written by cabcool
Published | Edited 9th Sep 2021
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