THOUGHTS OF A POET IN THE RAIN

MISS CHOCOLATE ICE CREAM

Feb. 21, 2012

Copyright 2012 Gordon Kuhn

Poet in the Rain Productions, a Division of Alpaca Junction, Inc.

You toucha my poem and I breaka your face.

NOTE: The beat on this came from a couple of jazz pieces I was listening to the other day. The singer cut off the end of the sentences which, for the most part, were short and choppy with the end of the sentence a space behind the other part and , in most cases, a hard beat louder than the rest.  Using the first line as an example it is: two beats, pause, strong beat…… She was (pause) TALL …….Next line: two beats, pause, strong .. Oh so (pause) TALL I hope that makes sense. It sounded great to the jazz pieces I was listening to.

She was

Tall!

Oh so,

Tall

She was

Lean.

Lord oh so very

Lean

Made me fall in

Love

Lost my mind I surely

Might’ve

In love with my

Miss Chocolate Ice

Cream.

We met in early

Fall

When high-school was in

Session

And she taught me all about

Meshin’,

When I was just

Sixteen.

It released me from all my

Stressin’

Holy lord I am herein

Confessin’

Her eyes, her eyes were

Sea

Green

With a flash that made me

Sudden’

Dream

She taught me all about

Jazz

While she teased me with all her

Razzmatazz

And I was proud, oh, so proud to be

Seen

In her company, if’n you know’d what I

Mean.

Lord, don’t you be knowin’ she was

Lean.

So lean my

Brotha’,

She disappeared beneath the

Cova’

And I feared she mighta even

Smotha

Tucked away hiddin’ from my

Motha’

When she come prowlin’ onc’t past

Midnight

And gave me a horrible teenager boy

Fright

But she winked in sheer

Delight

Winked and whispered,

It’s alright.

‘pon spyin’the toes of my lady

Fair

There in the early morning

Steamy Air

Steam did the coolish night air

Share

A foot an’ a tattooed ankle

There

Like the rest of her was quite

Bare

Yes, my brotha’, quite

Bare.