Poem for Bo Diddley

rock river flows
up and over
the rough bed

follow the bumps in the surface
and it’s like seeing
“shave and a haircut” mapped

like seeing bo diddley’s sound

down farther along in its progress
the river has slowed
to
mud and crawl
these days

but up here
it’s still

“shave and a haircut”
driving
the stones ahead of it
carving the earth

you will dance to it

dance to it
shout to it

who do you love?
“bo diddley”
how much you love him?
“two bits”

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just a quick homage…