Drummer Man

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    Drummer Man

    I had an encounter with this drummer at a club one day
    Watching him as he did his thing
    Flowing with the lyrics of the singer, he also began to make his own song
    Using short and long beats of his drum he played this beautiful song
    I just wanted to sing along, but had never came across any sound any song like this
    Sitting there in a daze drummer man approached me with this super grin on his face and drumstick in hand
    Asking can he have a sit, I replied with sure
    Staring at me
    Me staring at him
    He gently grabbed my hand, asked me would I like to dance
    I said no I don’t dance with two legs I dance in other ways
    In private places
    Oh ok the drummer man says you like my style I do like it yes indeed
    Can you show me a little bit of how you do what you do please?
    He replies, I only give lessons in private places
    Want to come to my place I could show you how I get down
    Ok I said, but wait do you know you only have one drum stick
    I know you weren’t doing all that with just one
    Believe, because it’s true I only need one drumstick for what im going to do

    Lesson Time

    Drummer Man: Ok hold the stick like this, get a good grip
    Lady: Ok I got it
    Drummer Man: Now place it between the two drums; put it right where you want it
    Lady: Ok it’s there I got it
    Drummer Man: Now hit it, hit it again
    Lady: Oh my can’t believe I’m doing this, it feels like it’s flowing through my body
    Drummer Man: Now move from side to side
    Lady: Could we do it harder
    Drummer Man: I will show you how to do it hard now HIT IT, HIT IT
    Lady: I FEEL IT, I FEEL IT
    Drummer Man: we’re coming to the end you ready
    Lady: yes I’m ready can I close my eyes

    We hit together and I felt so much vibration and the drums were shaking

    Lady: Damn, I can’t believe this drummer man

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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