A True Hero

I was closing down a juke joint
In the wee hours of the morn
There was an ol piano player
An a brother with a horn

The blues were blowin softly
An it brought back memories
Of better days in Kings Row
When it wasn’t on it’s knees

An then he started playing
A spritely melody
About that big ol Brutha
That tried to set folks free

Yall’a know him if you see him
Cause he’s jes like that
He real tall an wide
An ain't none of him fat

He ain't too fine
Kinda rough an sure
But the babies all stop crying
Cause his heart is pure

Why I seen him once
It was in Kings Row
It was snowin out
It was ten below

He was fightin' a giant
Made all of ice
He sho’ put him away
An he done that twice

Then this otha time
He was dancin' in the street
An he dusted some 5th Column
Without missin a beat

You wouldn’t think a man
That was so big, could move
But it sho is gangsta
When he’s in his groove

But when he’s not fightin
There’s whole nother side
He’s teaching an he's building
And pushin back the tide

And he's always building somethin
Always workin with his hands
Says 'Construction not destruction
Is the purpose of a Man'

He's got a big ol heart
He's got big ol hands
He’s a heck of a Brother
He’s our Bruthaman

Wayne A. Smith

© 9/30/06

I'm sorta surprised, that absolutely no one has commented on this lil bit o doggerel since it was originally posted 09/30/06.