Sweet Tea

lil bit of southern nostalgia

 

The glass sings as the ice rings about

inside. Sun shining through the golden brown.

Such a sound to marry the soothing sweet.

Cooling down the blazing summer’s day

after a hard day of work and play.

 

Hypnotized by the clink I stare off

far away gaze as if I’m still amazed

by the flavor savor that the glass caters

country like PO’taters a sip gets a grin

as I think back to mom’s cold brew a’gin

 

More than Coke or Kool Aid I crave

a big pitcher an’ a whole mess-a

hush puppies and BBQ po’k

otha white meat shredded and southern accented

marinated and slow pit roasted

 

and as I dream of tearin through a plate

with cole slaw and hot sauce

the Mac N Cheese breaded and peppered

maybe black eyed peas and cabbage shredded

and a glass a tea or the fantasy is lost

 

But these northern reaches don’t know

how all them flavors are supposed to go

I drank it slow as my weekend stroll

wit pig pickin’ dreams with every bit o lemon

cause a glass o sweet tea is a lil’ slice o heaven