Poem: Keith Moon on Drums
Jul 22, 2017 · 1 min read

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

