In Creative Writing, Writing (all kinds) on September 1, 2016 at 3:00 AM

Riding on a cool bus

listening to hot tunes.

Windows open so the

air can breathe.

What’s that playing on the


Is it Oprah Winfrey,

Marvin Gaye,

Steppin’ Fetchit

Any tune that comes my way.

I just jive to the beat and

step with my feet.

Because it’s always summertime.

I was listening to the

radio at a quarter

to nine – just

passing the time,

When I heard some

Fools say it was

quarter to eight.

Oh no, guess I

missed my date.

The breeze was

so cool as I got

off that bus.

I guess I just must,

step on to the beat,

may I pray that the

drummer be mine.

It was a quarter

to eight

and I guess

I missed my date – that’s summertime.

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