Rock Wine

I dared to like the Stones.
I first glimpsed that fat red tongue
on a sticker on the bumper of a
blue-finned Bel Air loudly defying
the command of a big-city red light.
The Stones: they drank me like wine.

But is that where you teeter?

Didn’t you sing Born On The Bayou
with a cheap radio tucked to your hip
as you steered the rusty red Reo,
chooglin’ down a silty harvest track
at sundown, to town, to the old silo?
CCR: you drank them like wine.


Aug 1, 2011

 

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  3. “I first glimpsed that fat red tongue
    on a sticker on the bumper of a
    blue-finned Bel Air loudly defying
    the command of a big-city red light.
    The Stones: they drank me like wine.”

    outstanding !

    the title is a perfect lead in to those
    intoxicating words…

    • Thanks Smzang.
      The order of the stanzas is actually the reverse of my experience. The summers I spent in the wheat fields of the Palouse ought to have been well-framed by plumes of spent diesel against wide blue skies. But I couldn’t give context to this experience without returning in Fall to the Saturday-night beat of city streets. The difference between the two worlds seems exemplified or paralleled by the difference in how these two musical groups relate to our culture.

  4. “chooglin'”

    Loved the use of this! somehow it really added to the image of a rusty vehicle making it’s way down a dusty dirt road or an open highway. thanks for sharing!

    • I had forgotten all about this word until a friend recently sent me down memory lane via a YouTube link to Creedence Clearwater Revival (aka, CCR). In ‘Born On The Bayou’ the train is “chooglin’ on down to New Orleans”. I think it’s a made-up word–a little onomatopoeia–but it rocks.

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