"Gone Till Tomorrow" - Proverb The Poet

I listen to music to leave this world.

So when I walked around Detroit today I left reality.

And I lived in the Beauty Detroit Holds.

Here's a new poem about Detroit (wrote it tonight at the Jazz Cafe.)

Thank you Eboni for this line [They don't know you mean no harm]

(She helped me get out of being stuck)

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Back Home

Detroit

I'm back home

I missed your sweet melody

Honey, I'm home

So please, sing me to sleep because I'm tired

Take me in your arms

And whisper your songs

After all,

You are Motown

So sing, Detroit

Sing for me, sing to me

Let me hear you dream in poetry

Let me see you live in stereotypes

Let me know you are safe,

Even if you don't have a job anymore

Let me feel like I'm home

And that you'll never leave me

So sing, Detroit

Sing for me, Sing to me

Or wrap about burritos in South West

Keep the harmony of Jay Dee

Make me wonder why 9th wonder didn't have you in his songs

Because even the instrumentals he made were missing an Angel

But now everyone treats you like a stranger

So when they get close they call out Danger

But they don't know you like I do

They don't know you mean no harm

Your arms are like Miles so they hold me through my blues

And keep me on the road to home

So I'm always safe, even if you're smiles are boarded up

Because I know one day

I'll bring sunshine back to you

I just have to unpack it from my suitcase

It's in here somewhere

But until I find it

Sing Detroit, Sing for me

Sing to me

Sing Detroit, Sing