Paul Amrod

Gold Star - 11,228 Points (May 17th,1951 / Chateaugay, New York)

Toodle-Oo Truckin' - Poem by Paul Amrod

I feel lazy let’s go truckin‘ down to Saint Louis
Shake a boot and dance up storms bein’ Delta Born
Hey we’re crazy mozin’ along
With ripples and sunshine
We’re sippin’ some good wine
From underneath and below
Castin’ our tiny lil’ shadow
Toodle-oo truckin’
and Buckaroo buckin’
Slew Foot Sue to the sky!
Happy mornings risin’
After some moonlit glidin’
Blue boot flew on the fly!
Cast the sail for Moby the whale
and ease down slow
keepin’ it soft and mellow.
I feel lazy let’s go truckin‘ down to New Orleans
Take a dime and heads or tale
Drinkin’ up some pale ale
Like a jack rabbit rollin’ along
Be it Cajun or Creole
Speakin’ French with a real soul
Yes, Basin Street
feels oh so sweet
under my strollin’ feet.
Merry as a dolphin’s dreamboat
Skippin’ and dippin’ a cream float
High disguises and a curled mustache
Flyin’ and divin’ from highboards
Finding and riving the lost chord
Small Delilah with her long eye lash
Toodle-oo truckin’ along
Singin’ an upside down song
Meetin’ at the junction with sweet Slew’s Flash
It’s a splash! Gotta dash to my radio.
I feel lazy let’s go truckin‘ down to Chattanooga
Hear the choo-choo mosyin’ down
Checkin’ that clickity-clack sound
White lightnin’ and moonshine
Jack Daniel was the real find
With some Nashville blues real slow
for my tame Mammy and Daddio.
Weary as the captain of a sunken ship
Must have been a jerky and drunken trip
We’ll handle the crisis like a real champ
Snappin’ my fingers to some high jive
Thumbin’ my way for a hot drive
Delilah’s a tramp but she sure can vamp.
Stirrin’ up with some hot sauce
Smokin’ cigars like a gangster boss
Twinklin’ the ivories like a rascally scamp.
Boogie the bass with a fine groove
Mozart would of course not disapprove
Keepin’ all of our funky Rhythm and Blues
hidden in our moccasins or Blue Suede Shoes.

Topic(s) of this poem: dancing

Form: Blues Poem


Comments about Toodle-Oo Truckin' by Paul Amrod

  • Daniel Brick (11/27/2015 9:23:00 PM)


    This is a wild delight from beginning to end. I love the dialect acquired by you with due diligence in the nuances of speech and then released with all of their fierce energy intact. This is a long poem but the energy never flags as you take on a journey - a kind of pilgrimage really - the music of each place sounding loud and clear. This is the true American spirit you celebrate with no politics or prejudices to spoil the sheer high spirits. I love your Visionary Poems with their heightened language and serious themes. But we need poems like this one and HAYRIDE, too, to uplift the tired heart and release the body's animal joy which runs parallel to the soul's angelic joy.
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    Paul Amrod Paul Amrod (11/28/2015 3:51:00 AM)

    Hi Daniel I have others of this nature. If you want I could list them. Now however I have to rehearse. Have a concert mixing Arabian and Jazz tonight. When things are a bit slower I want to take a day off and enjoy more of your work and leave some comments as well. Once again you have captured the spirit of this poem which gives me confidence and inspiration Such a fabulous poet and colleague enjoys me! ! ! I love your last line in your comment.I have a lighter joyous side to my nature and a relatively crazy sense of munor.Greetings, Paul

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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 27, 2015

Poem Edited: Sunday, November 29, 2015


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