i don’t have much, really

cept a few old lp’s from chicago

78’s from motown

& cd’s that play the blues

but

if all you wanted

was to boogiepophipfandangle

& snap your fingers

to you, I’d give

to see you smile & dance



cause you see,

i don’t have much, really

cept some poems bout love

& if you wanted to be

cereano & serenade another

to you, i’d give

to see you happy & loved



& although i don’t have

the riches of a king

or eloquent words

to pluck your hearts strings

what little i do have

to you, i’d give



i’m ruddy brown

& poor as a beggar's heart

who like a scratched record

stutters occasionally

whenever you’re around

because all i have to offer

is love