Cab Calloway
Make 'em blow that thing,
CC!
Pull the strings
And flip the switches,
You,
The man behind the curtain,
You,
The conductor.
Swing it,
CC!
Protest without a frown.
But a grin
From sea to shining teeth,
With hair flailing the wind,
Knees bent,
Flashing eyes,
Driving this train into the ground,
Method in your musical madness.
3 comments:
Hot daddy! Cool...
Cab Calloway was the coolest of the cools. What a badass!
I think the subject of your email should be the title of your poem.
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