Yo — sit back shut up and don’t be rude
I’m gonna tell you ‘bout a bad-ass dude
he rolls with a finger-snap jazz-jive strut
don’t mess with him ’cause you might get cut
he wears silken, french-cuffed, ivory shirts
they are soft as butter-sweet cream desserts
got diamond cufflinks of pure white gold
he’s fashion treasure – precious and bold
pearl stick-pinned, satin tie — knotted tight
lookin’ like Paris on a Saturday night
desert-tan gabardine three-pleat slacks
euro-cuffed, steam creased — sharp as tacks
soft snakeskin braces buttoned sterling bright
hip — and killer as a rattlesnake’s bite
black-patton striders with real ‘gator spats
he’s steppin’ classy as the coolest cats
red pinstriped linen coat double-breasted
pure uptown savvy — teal velvet vested
sportin’ a full-blocked, rolled-brim, felt chapeau
in the deepest red of a fine Bordeaux
he loves Pearly with the real fine hat
and she don’t need wear much more than that
he’s crisp and smooth as a dry martini
best call him SIR — friends call him Ziggy
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rob kistner © 2022
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