Jim Powell – The Composer Poem by Jim Powell

Now that I’ve made an introduction of maself, I will allow maself to compose.
I live, as I have not mentioned this yet, in a small…I should say miniscule part of the Great State of Virginia. Its location is in its tail, so the water don’t come even near. Not much of a fish anyway, guess I’m the sort that seeks lonesome comfort between high decorated walls.

I should get to composin

I’ll write bout ma…or Mr. Wick’s experienss with his new pair of shoes.

Durin a weekend, that’s when us folks get some deservin rest, Mr. Wick decided it was time fo some new shoes.
He walked off his old pair down the street to the stor as to properlie say goodbye to em, and to let the stor clerk see with much clarity the need fo a new pair.
“Can I help you? ” – says the pretty clerk with sootheness in her voice
“In need of a new pair. You see? ” – Pointin to his TO BE on the homeless shoe rack
“Oh my! Guessin 10? ”
This was a savvy clerk
“That’s right Ms”
To not go any futha into the stor story, I’ll go direct to what came afta

Mr. Wick, stylin his new feet, found that a visit to his brotha house would do them good since he hadn’t spoke to him for a lil, but feelin like long while.
“Mr. Wick, your brother is here.” – said the carin nurse to the much older, much beatin, much wise brotha of Wick.
So he enta the nice lil home of an old carpet scent, and sees his brotha laying quite peaceful in his elongated chair
“What’s the reason? ” – harshly but conveniently directly spoke from the old man
“Oh, you know…stoppin by. It’s lovely out…” – Mr. Wick was already familia with his brotha rudeness
“So you come all the way here to tell me it’s nice out? Outside where ma legs don’t take me no mo? ”
Mr. Wick took a lil time to make things mo cheerful
“Look! Got new pair. Like em? ”
“My eyes still workin…but um…come closa.”
Mr. Wick seemed to be savin the visit – he felt proud
“Yea, yea…ok…I like em. How much? ”
“Thirty-Five. The only ones on SALE”
“Goodness Lord! Did ya go to the one around the coner here? This one close to the house? ”
“No, went to the one near the busy highway. You know…that…”
“Can’t believe…you knew you had the plans to come visit, and you insist on that highly-too costly stor? What’s with you? ”
“I got a new pair…”
“No. No I don’t wanna hear no mo.”
“Fine. No mo.”

I tell you, silence and a smell of passin ain’t best be put together in an old man’s house

So Mr. Wick thought it wise to leave. So he did…in his low curved body, starin at the goodness of his day – BLUE STRIPED WHITE shoes.