A Whole Lotta Shakin’ Goin’ On Poem by Marjorie Maddox
Yeah, not just fingers, but hands, shoulders, torso, limbs, Good Golly, Miss Molly, everything swings up and over the ivories, blasting away the past with the lit stick of boogie-woogie and blues rolled up in rock that explodes from his lipsticked lips crackling with Slippin’ and Slidin’ and Tutti Frutti like they own the joint, ‘cause they do. Nah, nothing little ‘bout his lungs wailing Long Tall Sally, nothing little ‘bout that pompadoured dude blowing the lid off the fifties.
Professor of English and Creative Writing at Lock Haven University, Marjorie Maddox has published eleven collections of poetry (including Local News from Someplace Else), the short story collection What She Was Saying, and four children's books. She is co-editor of Common Wealth: Contemporary Poets on Pennsylvania (Penn State Press). Please see www.marjoriemaddox.com.
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