Davis city GA Altitude 154 Pop.1235
‘On’y one Davis, ‘n it’s Miles;’
Jefferson gave us one of his smiles:
It was ‘coon dark in the lumbering hummer,
And hotter ‘n ‘Gusta in redneck summer.
‘Course ain’t ‘notha musician by that name,
but he’s the greatest just the same’
Cole said: ‘Crap! I got Coltrane’
And one of the wheels got caught in a drain.
‘Stand to, deploy! 360 round’
we fanned out, laid flat on the ground.
Dark as inside, no stars out,
Rifle fire and Cole gave a shout:
‘Sniper, single at two o’clock’.
I stayed small behind my rock.
‘Jefferson, two rounds covering fire:
He gonna die or Ahm a liar.’
One shot, a cry, cut off short.
‘You two, patrol, arms at port!’
Boy, 15, dead as dead,
Keffiyah stained from the hole in his head.
Back by the truck Jubal says
‘That’s wrong you know, I mean leastways
They talk such crap, ah nevah heard,
They’s on’y one Man, and that’s the Byrd.’