SOME PLANS ARE TRICKY
When she opened that note,
my best hope was that just a little would go wrong
Scribbled lines often were not mine
She’d read my poem but not my disguise , AM stations most white girls played, they rarely heard any Smokey songs. “More joy than time could ever destroy” got me smiles , maybe a peck, dude, enjoy this handheld walk , wasn’t hard to guess what’s coming next.
Busted, that one in ten friend blended truth into here ear and , well, when cause was lost , that was very very clear. Some tears and jeers, guilt trips and fingers flipped
One would think that plan extinct
But I’d circle back and double down Next move employed Masterful Hijinks
“This is no fiction, this is no act”
Yeah that’s from Smokey I’d say
I’m was unable to communicate any other way. I knew you’d know and I’m anxious to come clean,
You are for me all that I’ve ever dreamed. Her smiled softened gladdened that I told her truth,
was this a glory day or proof of misspent youth?