By J.J. Tindall
Great Moments in Rock Dancing, Number One
Sure they would die
in a plane crash, merely because
I had a
ticket,
The Stones took over
Soldier Field,
July 8, 1978.
Mick? Hardly.
This was not
his finest
hour. Yep:
Keith during
“Tumbling Dice.”
The greats play guitar
with their
bodies, and Keith
is no
exception.
Hey: his ass
is BETTER
than Mick’s!
The swing of the
ass, the roll
of the dice,
the sway
of the fans,
the bliss
of dirty
soul.
We arrived
at 2 a.m., in
Speedy’s dad’s
lime-green
Cordoba. We
picked the right
doors, and were
on the 30 yard line
or so.
As the acrobats
retired and
the stage was set,
two babes in
black lace
worked they way
in front of me;
one got on
her knees
and the other
blew white
powder all
over her.
I coped best
I could at
17. Now:
women think
I’m tasty, they’re
always trying to
waste me.
Let the best
ass
sway.
–
J. J. Tindall is the Beachwood’s poet-in-residence. He can reached at jjtindall@yahoo.com. Chicagoetry is an exclusive Beachwood collection-in-progress.
Posted on January 9, 2008