A Cold Wind Poem by Dorsey Baker

If you are naked
Baby come
Put on some clothes
Smell just like a ride
And baby
A cold wind
Is about to come
Blowing your way

Get off the sheet
Go get the meat
The kitchen is not
So full of heat
Baby get ready
A cold wind is about to come
Blowing your way

Spring forward
Fall back
Baby that old blue sky
Is about to
Turn black
You know you are somewhere
But you justifying
Know, where you are at
Better get a coat
Better get a hat
Because baby
A cold wind is about to come
Blowing your way