James Brown

I sat at the old porch
Of a childhood friend
Where sitting on a lawnchair
Was dear ol’ Jimmy Brown.
He smiled wide and stared
And I danced a jig on the ground.
I happened to be wearing a blanket
Of blue velvet
For no particular reason,
Which gave me the appearance
Of some sort of sultan or emperor.
And everybody adored (me).

%d bloggers like this: