Jimmy Dorsey lullabies
rocked me to sleep in the womb
in a 1950’s Missouri small town.
As soon as my toddler shoes
could tap on a wooden dance floor
my baby boomer milk and strings
became Saturday night dosey does
dodging boots and beer bottles.
Puberty brought a 60’s appetite
for Beatles, Stones, and Hendrix
taking me to a new dance floor
vibrating with teenage rebellion.
Jumping the notes to 2013 music
finds me covered in blues, guitar strings,
and testing my body on a dance floor
where age disappears in rhythm.
Notes pulse in my blood
feeding a music addiction
swimming in my DNA
that desires no rehabilitation.
Strung out on sound I snap, clap, tap and move
through days bursting with appreciation for talent
that continues to fuel my obsession.
©Susie Clevenger 2013
Fireblossom challenged us at Real Toads to write about what we live to do. Well, I answered with one of my passions outside of poetry.