Kilowatt

His name was Kent but we called him Kilowatt,

‘cuz the way that he danced was so damn hot.

Jerry Lee’s piano was no match for him,

And Kilowatt was his pseudonym.

White Bucks and ducktails were all the rage,

And America’s youth were on the rampage.

Hot cars with Smittys were cruisin’ the drag,

Quarter mile rods with bolted-on swag.

Aspirin and coke were the drug of our choice,

A Wurlitzer juke box gave us our voice.

Jon’s Ice Cream Parlor was the place we hung out,

As we tried to discover what life was about.

At Friday night football we usually lost,

Chasin’ the ball in the snow and the frost.

We consoled ourselves at the Hop in the gym,

When Kilowatt danced, we all gaped at him.

He had all the moves, the steps, and the grooves,

And when he rocked, it was the devil on hooves.

We all stood aside to give him some room,

And asked the band to boost the volume.

I think of him yet when the old songs they play,

A Rock ‘n Roll hero back in the day.

LDT November 30, ‘24

In memory of Kent Kalweit 1941-2013

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