I was ten,
and Eddie Floyd and I were Eddies together.
There in the house with my sister and mother,
he was the man
inside my tiny radio,
singing his big hit “Knock on Wood.”
Each time he shouted the word
KNOCK!, I was the Eddie
who hammered the air four times, so hard
the song stood still, and the air shook.
But Eddie Floyd went right on knocking for luck,
not even scared,
knocking for something deep in the house
to move,
and be alive,
the way he was.
