The Hot Summer

the summer
was hot
and I was all
into your music.
I would sit in my
room for hours
listening
to your voice.
I would sing
with you.
I would pretend
I was you.
Spinning and twirling
around. A flashlight
was my microphone.
I was born a
white polish girl
with glasses and
blonde pigtails.
But when I would
play your records
I was you.
A black beautiful
woman.Big Hair.
Big voice and lots
of attitude.
I felt Life in your
voice.
My mom would
leave other albums
out for me to listen
to.
But yours was my favorite.
Bad Girls.
On the radio.
So today I was
off and Heard you
passed.
It seemed fitting
to me to give you
a performance.
I used a hairbrush
and cranked my music
up.
"On the radio" was the first.
I twirled and sang.
My dog jumped
around and barked.
My mom came downstairs
for the concert.
"Bad Girls" was second
and we were dancing
and singing.
I felt like that
little girl.
Toot Toot Yeah...
Beep. Beep.
Inside I still feel
like that powerful
woman I heard
through the speakers.
Where has she
been Hiding?
I think shes back.
Toot toot Yeah...
Beep Beep.!!
Hey Mister have you
got a dime...
Whooot!