You may have noticed from previous posts that I was born in Australia and have a thing for early 1980s Aussie pub rock…and the lyrical stylings of Australia’s best songwriter, Mr Don Walker. The poem below was written about two years ago. At the time I was compiling a playlist for a Cold Chisel ‘listening session’ to introduce my New Zealand friends to the music I love so much. Mr Walker’s official website is: https://www.donwalker.com.au/ and the official band site is: http://coldchisel.com/
In fact, I think I will crank up the stereo today!
It moves me My kidneys feel the beat As I dance wildly in the heat Pounding Grinding A rock and roll That renews my soul. We've been around a while Me, this turntable and vinyl Doing the rounds Living in the now. Faces have come and gone And still the beat goes on and on. The music speaks to me Difficult and catchy Dismissive of authority Deep in sentimentality. I jump and punch the air Released from worldly care. They say the things I wish I could With words that no-one should Those crass hard swears Explain the shit we wear: Working class reality In three minutes-thirty.
Angele Toomey Poetry 