Stranger In New York

RSS

By Jeffrey Kennebrew

One day while walking down Lennox Avenue I noticed a particularly aggrivated looking brother It was August in New York This day was hotter than most others He had a milk crate in one hand A bible in the other I said to myself what's eating this brotha As if being guided by some internal gps he walked looking left and right then he dropped the crate stepped upon it blood red eyes vaporizing everyone he looked at He searched the crowd then out of his mouth spewed the most heartfelt surmon I've ever heard a man preach He spoke salvation Saving the nation The meaning of God's creation and eternal damnation He looked like Al Green could this be Al Green The grit hot soul singer you know who I mean He had the aura of an angel or something otherworldly He moved me and many others For before I knew it the crowd had grown to many His energy defied the heat Froze the street and had a beat I've heard one ought to be careful because you can never tell when your in the company of an angel I will never forget that day I don't know who I saw we are living in the age of aquarius and maybe unbeknownst to us Jesus walks.... Jesus walks.... Jesus walks.... Copyright 2012 Jazzi Black

This poem has no votes yet.

To vote, you must be logged in.

To leave comments, you must be logged in.

No comments yet.