Fat's,  Man

Fat's, Man

A Poem by Ted Kniffen
"

an early influence

"

Fats, Man 


Ain’t that a shame?

 

Fats for Pichon

Fats for Waller

Fat Tuesday

Louisiana creole

 

Five-five

fourth grade educated

ice man’s helper

 

Walking to New Orleans

 

Dynamo domino effect

pounding the ivories

three bucks a Blue Monday

 

Tipitina’s

boogie-woogie, stride,

rhythm and blues.

 

wouldn’t leave

home is where

the heart resides

 

and the food

is better there.

 

Not even

Katrina.

 

I Hear You Knocking

 

Ninth Ward

Three pianos

Gold Records

Everything

Washed away.


© 2017 Ted Kniffen



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RIP Fats Domino . . . which brings to mind the song "My Little Margie" which he bellowed out in a gravelly growl . . . every time I was introduced as a kid, someone would belt out a few bars. I love the way you wove in the memories of the times, along with his musical legacy & personal history. Excellent tribute & thanks for sharing (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 10 Months Ago



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Ted Kniffen
Ted Kniffen

Windsor, Ontario, Canada



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