Poem: John Convertino's Press Roll

A poem that's mostly about the drummer from Calexico. And partially about how he can save us. I really believe, if pressed, his snare drum might save us all.

It’s all going to be okay.
We will be alright. Just curl
your shoulders, tuck your head
forward — and hang on tight.
The world can’t end on such fluidity.
Notes of grace all over the place.
Take in the tumble, and go with it.
Safe in his arms. Safe from harm.
Just roll with John. He’ll save us all,
if pressed.