rock&roll

itching&scratching
like a tweaker
but it’s only
rock&roll
that
good old
goddamn them
sound
those songs
cut through history
like an X-ray
the day the President died
or when
Wolf,
punk rock&black,
blew into Chi-town with just
a .38 and a
record contract.

America gave the world rock&roll
and took everything else.
but sing on
brother Jams
we’ll feel you
coming down
cold radio towers in the wasteland
and blasting into
our temples of
sex&bone.