i wanta' woman who'll dance with me
who'll let me be
who i be
& let me see
what she
want's ta' be
but who'll dance with me
all night long
who'll hear my song
my poem
my rythmn
my rhyme
who'll be in step with my time
she'll drink beer & play pool
like this old fool
'till the bar closes
or the sun comes up
then see the roses
and smile & kiss me
at six at night
she just might
cook me breakfast
eggs, sausage & bicits
then risk it
goin' out again tonight
doin' the same old thing
havin' a fling
doin' thing
just lovin me
like i love her
thats for sure
thats what i want
that's what i'd like
at least tonight
if i may if i might
that's the love
that'd be outta' sight
I met Jerome on a busy city street in Baltimore, Maryland, when he was forty-five years old. On that particular day, I was out and about, enjoying a much-needed day off from work.
I wanted to purchase a sukiyaki sub. I parked my car in an area of
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Your poem really made me smile.it was fresh,open, honest and musical too...just like you.
Peggy