Black-N-Blue

by Leoj - Not entered

Black man puts on his shoes,
Looks at the world,
Grabs his hat,
Walks to the door,
Only looks back once more,
His babies are sleepin in the next room,
Looks at his watch,
Time is a' wastin,
Stops on the street,
Reaches for his keys,
Gets in, turns on his sign,
New York can be a pretty place,
Aside from the rat race,
White man holds out his hand,
Jim pulls over and comes to a stop,
31st and Main the man says,
Jim flips the meter on,
And turns on the Blues.

Reason for writing:

    The reason I submitted this poem is for folks to enjoy it!
    

Birth sign: Not entered
Date created: 1998-04-28 16:41:08
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:40:11
Poem ID: 49431

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