Book Spine Poetry: They All Sang On the Corner

Book spine poem time! I was at my dad’s house yesterday, so, naturally…


They All Sang On the Corner

They all sang on the corner, unsung heroes of
rock ‘n’ roll
Play back the prestige label:
Rhythm and the blues,
Chicago soul,
Intimate nights off the record…

—Zen essence (the science of freedom):
Chicago breakdown, the great
Roob revolution—

The death
of rhythm & blues.

More book spines here.

Note: The Roob book is indeed the “The Great Roob Revolution” beneath it’s easy-to-read-on-a-dark-shelf sticker, so I opted for the original title because why not?

Book Spine Poetry: Joyworks

Book spine poem from my dad’s collection.




Do you hear that beat?

He’s a rebel in the groove,
making tracks—

—Never sell a copyright.

Book Spine Poetry: Man and His Gods

Book spine poem from my dad’s books, like last week.


Man and His Gods

man and his gods

the human body (its structure and operation):
appreciate me now and avoid
the rush