A Rock'n'Roll drummer with one hand
Is a rare bird
The Yardbirds drew the flock
And watches around the world went tick tock
Led Zepplin was meant to be a laughing stock
Took the e out of lead
And put it in the ecstasy of the crowd
Who's feet rarely touched the floor
Blood and sweat and tears galore
Time signatures few can even play anymore
The hands move on
Round and round like strange pincers
Two hands are a problem for sure
Better to let it go
And change the face
Change the journey so it shows a few numbers more
Numbers one to twenty four
It is a rare sight
Like a person slowing down to watch
The sun rise
And then disappear into the night.
About the Creator
Kire Tosevski
Kire Tosevski has been many things in his life. An actor. A New Yorker. An Angelino. He’s written and directed films and plays. He’s acted on stages and on sets. But he’s always had a name that at least sounded like he could be writer.
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