Homegrown Powwow

I went to a homegrown powwow

in Big Chief’s yard. A couple of cuties

made fun of me. Pretty much to my face.

What did I expect. I was selling pamphlets.

I didn’t sell any. I traded one for a folk art painting.

I threw in a CD. Root Doctor and Dread Clampitt.

Are you Elvis Presley? No, I’m Mose Allison.

Look at this old guy over here.

I don’t think he’s going to get lucky.

I have everything I need, dear.

Indeed, I have everything I want.

I just, that is my natural expression.

I’m thinking. I’m thinking,

What am I doing here?

These are not

my kind of people.