Tonight's Poet Corner: Drummer's Corner
Drummer's Corner
by Belinda Roddie
The hipsters like to say that they
found the place first. It's bullshit
'cause we were here before they stomped
over with heavy Toms. We played bongos
and twirled sticks without the irony. We made beats
to the sound of sirens and tow trucks, not with
vinyls. We used trash can lids for cymbals because
they were all we had, not all we wanted. And we matched
synchronicity with jackhammers, the yellow hats
bobbing to the rhythm of the street. The rhythm
of the block. The rhythm of the city.
by Belinda Roddie
The hipsters like to say that they
found the place first. It's bullshit
'cause we were here before they stomped
over with heavy Toms. We played bongos
and twirled sticks without the irony. We made beats
to the sound of sirens and tow trucks, not with
vinyls. We used trash can lids for cymbals because
they were all we had, not all we wanted. And we matched
synchronicity with jackhammers, the yellow hats
bobbing to the rhythm of the street. The rhythm
of the block. The rhythm of the city.
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