ROCKABILLY BLUES

Rock.
Rock.
Rockabilly, rock.
Really Billy, really, really rock.
Shake your silly hillbilly flock.
Sing the Pledge of Allegiance.
Sing all the dire anthems
of the coming apocalypse.
Sing the burning bush.
Sing the Wall St. blues
& bow down before
the bedonkadonk
of Britney or the Brits
at old Bunker Hill.
It’s all good…
It’s all Davy Crockett.

Adrian C. Louis

...this is a poem by a poet i
will read this summer
he speaks my sort of language
...i have appropriated this poem
from a PDF file from a 2009 edition
of THE NATION
in the advertisement column
there is a notice for a memorial service
for JAMES AGEE