Written by backshedmanFebruary 1, 2015September 16, 2015 My New Hat https://hughwade.files.wordpress.com/2014/02/5-my-new-hat.mp3 I won’t go back to Nebraska She said as she sold me a hat There’s more of the world here in Newtown And that, my man, is a fact The hatband grabbed my attention Rasta red, yellow and green Then the shape, pattern, colour and pricing Completed the hat of my dreams Perfectly weighted for tossing To catch on the head with one spin Light, black and slight logoed by Dior Graced with a snappy short brim I’d rather pump gas in Alaska She said as she rang up the sale Than be seen as a whore or a servant By white folk who should be in jail The hat looks very becoming It suits your twinkling blue eyes Here’s a card with my name and number If there’s anything you’d like to try We smiled and hand-shook each other As I jauntily bade her farewell Bouncing and buzzing down King Street Like a twenty-first century swell Share this:ShareFacebookTwitterLike this:Like Loading... Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email. Δ