Iceberg Jack Poem by Buddy Bee Anthony

Born in the dead of winter.
Jack's daddy, a man/child/ fool
what he learned from his daddy
He didn't learn in any finishing school.
The number one selection
in the north
the south,
the east and the west
Jack's dynasty was the rule.
He gets all the perks of
of being iceberg cool.
Too cool to feel the
sizzling heat of something
special made for two
Money changers assured him
he'll possess all he could ever want
while distracting him away from what's true.
Still Jack feels oddly left out of the loop
Now questioning the true value in cool
wearing the next
latest fashionable clothes,
baggage and shoes
In his kitchen for
breakfast, a late lunch and
candlelight dinner for two.
No need to snatch and grab
Jack's money's all good
when you show him the tab.
No bank authorization to approve
ask one of the smaller wolves in the pack
about the iceman's credit line.
leave him a message
he might get back with you
little more to ponder
Don't ask though you wonder
where he finds the time.
There's few who can catch him
dollar for dollar.
you simply won't match him.
He's travelled most places
and hacked
the oldest
and coldest of legends.
The man they call
Iceberg Jack...



Buddy Bee Anthony

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Re-edited 12/30/2022 @ 9; 44 PM Pacific Standard Time
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