Brown Man Singing by Joe CramerThe brown man was sang
Some sort of sing-song tune.
I watched him mesmerized
In this month of June.
I asked my father
What was the matter
When the man went away
To the "coloured" section
Of the restaurant.
My father stated
"That's the way it is,
was and always will be."
He frowned at me for asking.
He always frowned at me,
I rarely remember his smile.
In fact, I rarely remember him at all.
The brown man sang his tune,
Tapping his jingle-jangle feet.
Tennis shoes with bottle caps
Glued on the soles.
Man, he could dance, sweat on his brow.
My father waited until the crowd thinned,
Then we left to go home.
"We don't discuss these sort of things," he said,
When I asked him again.
What did I know?
I thought "coloured" meant me too.
I was seven or eight,
What did the world know? 06/17/1971 Author's Note: to growing up in the sixties...
Posted on 10/18/2007 Copyright © 2024 Joe Cramer
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