Poem: Keith Moon on Drums

Steven Thomas
Jul 22, 2017 · 1 min read
Photo by Gabriel Barletta on Unsplash

You should’ve seen Keith Moon
on drums, Son

Banging them pots
with rapid swots

Fantastic elastic
attached to his body
a demented octopus
booming and sprawling

Machine gun snare
smoke filling the air

The sound of the pounding
drowning out Townsend

Precision and rhythm
a gift God given

You see The Who had a swagger
different to Jagger
and with Keith Moon on drums
the volume would stun

Pete’s arm spinning
his guitar riffing

Daltry howling in tassels all golden
‘The Ox’
fingers thundering
the crowd emboldened

In the end there were fireworks
explosions
commotion

and for millions of us
utter devotion

Maaaan you should’ve seen Keith Moon
on drums, Son

The drummer
like no other

Light // Dark and all the people in-between

A collection of poems by Steven Thomas

Steven Thomas

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My perspective on creative endeavour and self-innovation.. and a little poetry. altMBA4

Light // Dark and all the people in-between

A collection of poems by Steven Thomas

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