Jerry Lee Cola

I drank a bottle

of jerry lee

it rattled my insides

and shook my brain.

 

It fizzed up

like a honky-tonky piano

in a Memphis bar.

 

In an old

glass bottle

with a brand-new shiny

crimped-up cap.

 

I think it was

half white lightning

and half cherry cola.

 

mama don’t want no cabbage

but she might take

a little boogie-woogie bubbly,

 

long as the Baptist preacher

don’t have to know.