Drake
Drake...
The pirate
Eating Jujubes for breakfast
Riding the train, umbrella in hand
Cell phone winking in his ear -- like a diamond of old.
He laughs upon entry
Looking for recognition
But gets none...
And finds none
Counting bills...
To know?
Or impress?
Twinkling lights
Hat slung low
And a loud shirt -- proclaiming his colors, his job, his profession
Tall, large hands, the better to hold
Sunglasses at night, the better to hide
The court summons he reads...
For him?
I think not...
It is for the one he now roams
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