Hey, Bo Diddley, allow me to tell you a story:
saw your name once on a pickup’s sleek fender curve,
cherry-red eye-catcher parked wheels shooting flames.
I was too young then to jive on Fifties rock.
Saw your name once on a pickup’s sleek fender curve
in front of the Lucky store, beside my brother’s car.
I was too young then to jive on Fifties rock.
Your syllables, Bo Diddley, spliced forever into my soul.
In front of the Lucky store, beside my brother’s car,
a musical name tattooed my memory.
Your syllables, Bo Diddley, spliced forever into my soul.
Retiring to New Mexico, I find you were once a neighbor.
A musical name tattooed my memory.
A red truck painting triggered younger days.
Retiring to New Mexico, I find you were once a neighbor.
Oh, Bo Diddley, upholding the law in Valencia’s Citizens’ Patrol.
A red truck painting triggered younger days;
cherry-red eye-catcher parked wheels shooting flames
Oh, Bo Diddley, upholding the law in Valencia’s Citizens’ Patrol.
Hey, Bo Diddley, allow me to tell you a story…