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
somewhere
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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