"REDBONE LOVER"

Looka here…honey-sugga!
Don’t gangsta me Mississippi Man!
I only meant to wet my feet in that mud…
Ya’know? Wiggle my toes, cop a real,
Good, feel from those, bayou
Tastin’, mint julep kisses “Daddy” ,
Then post my envelope to the next
“Tastee”, sugar-cone, treat!

But you rolled up on me
In that big-body-wide, Mercedes,
Like fine, slick-silver, wine;
White Merlot, served “jack-ice” cold.
Came at me like the extra bullet
Chambered in a 9 mil clip… yep,
Warp speed, aiming for the hot spot!
So, you poured strong, “chicory -flavored”,
Southern drawing room words, all over my
Citified, prim-prissy upbringing, then
Fried me up like “cold-water” cornbread
So you could “sop up” the juices like you do
Wid fresh picked collards’ seasoned with picklings
And sweet meats you bought from the A&P store!

Ooooooweeeee! …But,

Don’t gangsta me Mississippi Man!
This game you running; playin’ me wid
That ole school, “fair to meddlin” routine,
Ain’t gonna work on this “Redbone“!
Slow your roll and catch this!
Let me “poe that coffee”, steep it
For ya, so you can savor the inherent
Delicacies of hand-picked,
Luz’anne grown spice and herb!
Sip slow… “Daddy-sugg“,
Like you do with that Kentucky, “Buffalo Trace”,
Straight bourbon, whiskey you keep
In the corner, deep behind the good
Dishes in my mamma’s china cab’net.
Swing this way, over the tracks, and
Bust that cap where the liv’in is easy!
Go straight for my head and love me
Down to the low deltas and the secret
Incantations of the midwife’s “birthin’ bench”.
But, don’t gangsta me, Sugga!
Love “brung” you here, through
Yo mamma and yo daddy;
But my lovin will take you out !
You feelin’ me?!, Mississippi, Gangsta Man?!!!