King

Patting down the street

Shadow a shucked coat

At his flopping feet

A clown and all can know it

Trees make a sidewalk

Tunnel, cars along the right

Birds start their pretty talk

Being hushed all the night

Sunlight took him away

And fed him only honey

So he decided to stay

Tho he had no more money

So here he stands, what year?

Shirt open to the waist

A red nose to belie the beer

And the hopes that he’d raised

Awww, b’that’s alright

Give it a decade or two

He’ll be delivered from the night

And become better than you

For the sun shall feed and press

It’s thumb to his mouth

Whisper sweet words, in a dress

As it lowers heading south