STREET CRED - a little poetry

STREET CRED

Latin funk and hip hop

Shape your rhythm on the street,

Flow around your progress

Against the stream.

Two hundred dollar loafers

Heel clack and sole slap

In your wake like

Gloved fists in soft flesh.

Bright boy shines in the store windows,

Looking good too,

Against the bumper-to-bumper

Fish in a tank looking back.

Fresh baked bread loads the air.

Carmine in a white paper hat

Scowls at the back side

Of your reflection,

But he doesn't have this

One thing to do before tonight

When the girls come out

In their little dresses and big shoes.

Turn the corner

Keeping the beat.

There he is, Manny,

frozen in your high beams.

A bug-eyed frog

Fat and ripe for gigging.

He knows his fortune.

And yours too.

You grab his arm,

Steer him into a doorway arch,

Push him against the wrought iron gate,

And smile your thanks for an easy day.

Latin funk and hip hop

Shape the beat down beat.

Won't he be glad as you

To have this done?

CORNBELT

Here is another poemograph. I don't think of myself as a poet because I don't work at being one. I will work my ass off on an individual poem though, like this one. I spent a lot of time on it. I sweat out every word. I continue to tweak it whenever I read it. It gets better and better - at least in my own mind - where I am not really a poet.