Joe Bisicchia

All Shook Up

Poem by Joe Bisicchia

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
in Milano.

Published by The Path, A Literary Magazine, Summer,2016

Topic(s) of this poem: sharing

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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 14, 2016

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