Mustang Sally Dwm
Sixties music was so sublime.
It was bell bottomed trousers and Motown time.
The Tracks of My Tears and Ooh Baby, Baby
Our dances to our parents seemed crazy.
We would slow grind to Smokey’s croon
or do the jerk to a Supremes’ tune.
Afro hairdos swung to Temptations’ beat
while America burned with racial heat.
Soon we would form a Soul train line
where you’d see dances of all kind
hustles, shuffles, splits called ‘’james brown’’
“Mustang Sally, slow your Mustang down”
3/15/20
“Kim Rodrigues’ DWM Contest”
Copyright © Janis Medders Tobechi | Year Posted 2020
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