The Little Drummer Tattoo Shop Poem by White Tiger

I woke up one morning, in Wichita falls
After driving all night, under intense rainfall

I had driven by, but didn't stop
This parlor, which was a tattoo shop
I had to return, before I forgot
To this little drummer tattoo shop

I remember seeing the awning
It looked rundown and nearly falling
But never judge a book by its cover
Only to be done, one from another
This little shop, from the inside out
Had people talking, gaining clout

I walked right in, there was a long line
My jaw nearly dropped, this place was refined
Their attention was courteous, their service devine
That day I was tattooed and forever enshrined

Next time i'm in town, i'll remember to stop
By the little drummer tattoo shop.


C. Vergara
05.20.2009