In The Morning: A Basketball Poem
It’s hard to get your game on in
the morning just like it’s hard to
get your thought on too; don’t confuse
the talk with that of someone else cause
this is that game of basketball which only
has one voice and one language cause
we’re all the same here on the concrete
And the
Asphalt.
It’s early Sunday morning
Church Day for some
Another Day for others
Early in the morning the rush of street
cars going by is few and far between
Sometimes they come
Whish
and the Js go down in the imaginary net
of feathers that
at one point
flew gracefully to the floor and were
blown away by the streetcars on church
Sunday morning
As you’re trying to get your game on and
trying to get your thought on being one
of the few to dance in the morning, while
most go by on the man made motors that
look and cost
Always
like a lot of money and work…
This is the purest game and thought on a
Sunday morning.
Spending it with something, someone who you
know will be High Fidelity, forever and when
the time comes and more and more Sunday
morning street cars drive down that asphalt
and tar you know it’s time to switch gears
and live into another world again where mama’s
cooking pancakes and bacon and there’s this
thing called food that
Jesus gave us.
On this overcast morning in Chicago; not too hot
and not too cold this is the perfect time and
place to be playing and dancin’ with the pumpkin
called by some
as friend
Whish goes the Benz
as the street goes down the road on the motors
it was born on in another land; praise goodness
and the opportunity to be in the unworried world
that others
Whish
by to find
on their Sunday Sunday mornings. The game is
always with me in the morning as I dance along
with the ball slowly regaining the bed legs like
an old man at the end of the day, throwing the ball
in the
sky
and watching it descend perfectly into the goal
is a crazy thing of beauty as the raindrops all
begin to fall
beautifully
from the thunderclouds in the
sky
and all you can think of as you release another shot:
It’s okay to cry
You look
Up
It’s okay to cry
