A Sonnet
I was walking in the Bronx the other day
by Peter’s Golden Egg and Jumpin’ Jax;
I was movin’ slow and beggin’ for a j
when a man I knows strut from the railway tracks.
Now me, babe, I ain’t never took surprised;
I let this cat come walking down to me.
But when he stopped and looked me in the eyes,
I knew that while I stared, I could not see.
“Yo, Peanut — wanna little fix?
A little green, some wet, or coke?
Well, ain’t that how you always get your kicks?”
he said, and vanished into smoke.
Well, all this bullshit blew me off my shelf:
The dude I’d seen was no one but myself.