for Bo Diddley*

by Doug Draime

a pint of
blackberry
brandy
a pack of
luckies
& a stolen
zippo.
i sat sipping
from
the
bottle &
smoking
one after
the other
LISTENING
soaking
it all
in
& everything
moving
inside &
outside of me
as i
propped
myself
up
against
the back of
an
outhouse.
your
pounding
rhythm
of life &
rebellion
blasting
from
the
open door
of
the
“colored”
roadhouse
across the gravel
highway.
me at
14
already a
renegade
already an
enemy
of the
state.
i owe
you
this
one
I owe
you
these
words
this
memory
of
pure
revolution.


*from Doug's chap "Knox County" from Kendra Steiner Editions