my american haikus (for jack)

Written by: brian anderson

wet pavement gleaming
on a black monday night, wet
with black monday rain

ole saint nick a no-
show once again in motown
another ghetto christmas

some people are al-
ways right, some people are al-
ways wrong, which are you?

imagine martin was missed and
tupac never got shot and
brother malcolm lived

inner city bustle
gives way to that inner city
hustle- thats motown

we stand on the roof-
tops yelling out unto the
masses; can you hear us?