"Love's Sugar Shack"

“Love’s Sugar Shack”

 

 

Let the boogie woogie piano

Strike up the harmonious tempo

Lift your skirt

Just so high

 

 

Shake what God gave ya

That money maker

Is no body’s business

But your own

 

 

Roll them dice baby!

Win me a fur coat

Sip of sweet gin

Rolls down my throat

 

　

The band is playing

Some old ragtime stuff

The chords is taking

The El Train to Harlem

 

 

Put them sweet hands

Around my tiny waist

And let the ground shake

And fall beneath our feet

 

 

You smell sweet

Like cotton candy

Your words fall like raindrops

Against my inner thighs

 

 

Do that one more time

The door’s never closed

And the band never

Stops playing “our song”

 

　

BBQ ribs in hot sauce

Candied yams and white rice

Your sweet razor kisses

Always be my dessert

 

 

We done raised

The summertime roof

I can see them clouds

Puffing up with pride

 

 

The stars are decorating your eyes

And the subtle winds whisper

The beauty of your name

 

 

Love is never lost

Nor won with gunpowder

You got to have money (honey)

 

 

Come have a seat

Have a sip or two

Life is never lonely

Or tiresome here

 

 

Whether the gates

Of heaven or hell

You decide or oblige

 

 

It’s all the same here

At Love’s Sugar shack

 

 

Kenny L. Mitchell

October 23, 2009

Reviews

[cest la vie]

I was there in the Juke-joint twisting my leg in time to the music. Brilliant Kenny. Your imagary is dead-on.. The sing-song feel of this made it a fun, upbeat piece to read. I can hear this set to some music and a hit is born. OUTSTANDING!!

[deeps]

Oh My Goodness!
This is seductive, and so cute,
Enjoyable read.
This has a wonderful flow to it.