Deep Cut Motown

She owned the sidewalk and the hallway,

Hips and ass in rhythm

To a lost Motown tune

That never made it as a single,

Never hit the charts,

But lit up lonely lovers' hearts

Across the bedrooms

Circa 66.

Her shoulders scatted in a language

Not allowed in proper company.

I knew that moment

I was hopeless,

Bent and bowed.

Her long and swaying curly hair,

A bouncing pendulum

That beat in time to my

Exploited pulse.

Her stealthy smile rhymed

With words I never memorized

Except in crudest dreams

But avoided setting loose

Onto the woken public.

She brushed the edge of my sleeve,

Releasing scents of Red Hots

Melting in a steamy minty beverage.

I've spoken phrases

Sent ol' Peter sprinting,

Slamming shut the golden doors,

But baby,

Your lewd filthy walk done pushed

It all a little more.

- 10/15/25