Buddy Holly (A Poem)

On this date in 1959 Buddy Holly's plane went down making this one shitty date to remember.  Buddy Holly was/is one of the all time greats and without him music as we know it would be significantly different. So, in honor of Buddy I give to you this poem.

bubbles

pour out of my speakers

this delicious treat

enters my body

…ears first

and I rise to dance across the room

with a ballerinas skill

above the ragged carpet and

among four plain

white

walls

I place my hand

over my heart

reciting the lyrics

like a proud patriot

aloud

with the windows closed

as so not tempt

my neighbors

to knock upon my door

and ruin

this fantastic vibration

I am surfing on

shirtless

with my tattoo

proud

with a black ink magic

I wipe the sweat from my brow

and continue on

until

the song

reaches it’s

conclusion

and then…

silence

the record stops revolving,

the arm goes up

and heads over to the cradle

leaving me

wiped out

and spent

I love nights like this one

when music pulls me in

by the throat

and I am its submissive admirer

music…

place it into my head

and I am a happy man

like tonight

with the simple

three chord

rock and roll

Buddy Holly

you can reach places

that others can only dream of

and for that

I am extremely thankful

may you rest easy up there

and

leave all the sweating and grooving

to me

I got it covered

man