All Shook Up Poem by Joe Bisicchia
All Shook Up
Same sun
ends, soon begun.
That morning,
1957, Silvio
went without words
at the news—
Elvis Prezzli
non è italiano.
But somehow,
no problemo.
Both sang at sunset,
a turned up radio
somewhere
in Milano.
Published by The Path, A Literary Magazine, Summer,2016
Friday, October 14, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: sharing
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