Image, eye, finger, and shutter
slicing through fluff and clutter
catching lightening in bottles
with logic like Aristotle’s—
The Town’s Johnny-on-the-spot
He came, he saw, and he shot
Graceful dancer with huge heart
Crafting ordinary steps into art
Monkish owl, as jazzy as wise
Keeping our eyes on the prize—
The Town’s Johnny-on-the-spot
He came, he saw, and he shot
Soul-jah on the Oaktown patrol
Shooter with sick skill and soul
Catcher of what was goin’ down
Chronicling biz of The Town—
The Town’s Johnny-on-the-spot
He came, he saw, and he shot
The Town’s Johnny-on-the-spot
He came, he saw, and he shot
Master who worked it with ease
Lifting us up like he’s Hercules
Leaving us high on his top-shelf—
Body of work speaking for itself…