My American Haikus (For Jack)
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?
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