The Renegade of Funk
I was stopped at a red light and this guy walked across the street in front of me; I wrote a poem about him upon arriving home, this is it.
He looked like he was from another
Time. His clothes-white jeans and a
Paisley shirt, green and white-were old
And worn. Remnants from a past he refuses
To forget. He made sure his chest was
Showing, wearing a thick gold chain with
Pride, as if it were the latest high fashion,
A look reserved for the stylish elite, himself
Their progressive leader-gray snake skin
Boots, cherry wood heels scuffed from years
Of Walking this Way. His hair grown out
To a large fro, although not much longer
Than his beard, which showed signs of gray.
All this pressed down by the sides of his giant,
Gold, aviator sunglasses and giant headphones,
Connected to the Sony Walkman cassette
Player in his left hand. Its music controlling
His every exaggerated movement, his very
Existence. His right hand in the shape of a gun,
A cigarette placed between the tips of his
Fingers. Just Stayin' Alive, and I wonder, how
Great that time must have been for this man
To make him never want to leave.
Time. His clothes-white jeans and a
Paisley shirt, green and white-were old
And worn. Remnants from a past he refuses
To forget. He made sure his chest was
Showing, wearing a thick gold chain with
Pride, as if it were the latest high fashion,
A look reserved for the stylish elite, himself
Their progressive leader-gray snake skin
Boots, cherry wood heels scuffed from years
Of Walking this Way. His hair grown out
To a large fro, although not much longer
Than his beard, which showed signs of gray.
All this pressed down by the sides of his giant,
Gold, aviator sunglasses and giant headphones,
Connected to the Sony Walkman cassette
Player in his left hand. Its music controlling
His every exaggerated movement, his very
Existence. His right hand in the shape of a gun,
A cigarette placed between the tips of his
Fingers. Just Stayin' Alive, and I wonder, how
Great that time must have been for this man
To make him never want to leave.
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