Summertime

I’ll play Porgy today    
and you be Bess      
my useless legs and big heart      
the rolling cart      
your cocaine dressed      
with hurricanes of catfish row      
and a selfish Crown      
what a mess      
but it aint necessarily so      
you know      
‘god made us both cripples’      
we both want to be Bess    
is it lonelier      
mending fisherman’s nets      
or ducking at low flying buzzards      
‘Boss dat bird mean trouble! ‘      
you’ve run away to New York      
with Sportin’ Life      
but tomorrow its my turn      
to be Bess