Better catch that steel-wheeled ride
‘fore it takes off and slides on down
those tracks ‘cuz it’s a one way ticket,
and there ain’t no goin’ back.
Jump that rail and don’t tell Mama
cuz she don’t ‘bide by rattlin’ rooms
and shakin’ hips, but baby that song makes
you move in all the right ways of wrong.
And I’ll take back all dem days I lived
‘fore you cuz ain’t nothin’ I wouldn’t do
to swing you once ‘round the floor.
Gonna throw open all the doors so folks
can flock inside and heat up this joint,
pass it ‘round, so cool, so hot.
I got five dollars in my pocket, just enough
for a shot of juice. So, you can break loose,
lift that skirt just enough to see yo’ knees
and laugh when I beg please for more.
Hear that horn, baby, feel that thump.
Trane’s got a riff just for you and me.
He cooks that beat ‘til all you can do
is snap yo’ fingers and nod yo’ head.
Everyone said the man was goin’ places
but the only place I wanna go
is a straight-shot towards your South,
yo’ Mississippi, Alabama, and Louisiana too.
We’ll ride this blue train beneath the moon,
the tall pines runnin’ alongside and stars
burstin’ into white heat like my heart.
Take my hand, baby, and let’s fling
ourselves into this black night, show ‘em
how it’s done when the wheels slow down
and the bass is just right. The two of us
spinning like old vinyl ‘til the music stops.
And we scratch a powerful itch ‘til
the needle drops, and we ride
that train again.
© Ami Mattison
For One Stop Poetry's One Shot Wednesday