Sipping Ice Tea

Sipping Ice Tea on Hwy 29/74
An Inaugural Poem Launching New Sipping Ice Tea Blog


Don’t know if you can hear the jazz in the background
But right now I’m headed to Kings Mountain, sipping ice tea
At 8 am in the morning
Just because that’s what I do.

Yeah, headed to a nine to five
Which is just barely keeping me alive
And I love this music,
Horns blowing out words
That need no interpretation.

Sipping ice tea
Cause the less I do
The more I be.

Coffee beans got no hold on me.
Piano jingling behind that horn
Is much more pleasing to me.

When this 29/74 road gets
too familiar for comfort
that’s when I’ll make my move.
When the ice is all melted down
is when I’ll walk into that call center door
and declare my freedom
to be an
EXPLO-RAN-AIRE!

No, not a millionaire, but an explo-ran-aire
cause I don’t really need the money
and its pursuit would only clip my wings,
hold me back.

I want the freedom
Of breathing new air,
Meeting new trees in the wind.


24 June 2008 (c) Loretta Crosby. All Rights Reserved.