They play – hooked in to
our world’s arrhythmias
& repeated patterns – As
my AI finds Costello’s 1st
album – as I tap badly – a
Guardian article asks of
us – Do we think enough
about drummers? As my
coffee cools into a stew –
as my dog slumps [as we
slacken] – Mickey Shine’s
rat-a-tats rivet Elvis in my
head – 1977 [one year on
from Punk’s first spit] – A
history isn’t repeated by
my youngest’s soft beat –
they don’t do tribal stuff –
they will not rebel – All of
my life is percussiveness
as our kids tap-tap-tap at
each so-tight iPhone skin
[we boomers miss beats]