“Love’s Sugar Shack”
Let the boogie woogie piano
Strike up the harmonious tempo
Lift your skirt
Just so high
Shake what God gave ya
That money maker
Is no body’s business
But your own
Roll them dice baby!
Win me a fur coat
Sip of sweet gin
Rolls down my throat
The band is playing
Some old ragtime stuff
The chords is taking
The El Train to Harlem
Put them sweet hands
Around my tiny waist
And let the ground shake
And fall beneath our feet
You smell sweet
Like cotton candy
Your words fall like raindrops
Against my inner thighs
Do that one more time
The door’s never closed
And the band never
Stops playing “our song”
BBQ ribs in hot sauce
Candied yams and white rice
Your sweet razor kisses
Always be my dessert
We done raised
The summertime roof
I can see them clouds
Puffing up with pride
The stars are decorating your eyes
And the subtle winds whisper
The beauty of your name
Love is never lost
Nor won with gunpowder
You got to have money (honey)
Come have a seat
Have a sip or two
Life is never lonely
Or tiresome here
Whether the gates
Of heaven or hell
You decide or oblige
It’s all the same here
At Love’s Sugar shack
Kenny L. Mitchell
October 23, 2009