My Black Bottom Poem by Murphy Payne

My black bottom
Playing baseball in Carolina
Sweating salt, looking ghostly
Can’t wait for tomorrow game

Hiding in tall grass
Stepping on broken glass
Wrap it up boy and
Just keep on trucking

Hot tar oozing
From the blistering road
Running on the shoulder’s sand
Feeling that warm dirt between my toes

Early morning swim in the creek in the woods
Don’t need no trucks people
Just us boys jumping in
That cold water will get you anyhow

They choose the teams
And I’m chosen last
Don‘t matter to me none
‘Cause I’m playing baseball in Carolina

Grandma is calling me boys I gotta go
This won’t take long she needs her snuff
My sister can hit she just can’t throw
She’s in my place till I get back

The company stor is just up the road
I run to and I run fro
Grandma says drink some water boy
Ain’t got no money to pay no doctor

I get back the game’s still going
Up by three run and my sista did good
My teammates say let her take her bat
You sit down and drink some water boy

I knew exactly what that meant
I ain’t ashamed, and don’t live in vain
Don’t matter to me none
‘Cause my sista’s playing baseball in Carolina