When he spoke
a city listened
wrapped in the comfort
of his golden tones.
His voice,
purple velvet,
conjured images of
popcorn machines
cold butter,
creating Magic
in the hard heart
of Downtown.
We relied on his
worthy words
to give every second
more meaning.
He had to leave
and we shed tears,
for we knew that
the refrigerator door
would never open again.
2 comments:
Keeping up with the theme of Lakers, this is about the all-time greatest play-by-play man ever: Chick Hearn. Regardless of which team you like there is no denying the greatness of Chicky Baby.
Thank you for this poem. I often think of Chick when I am watching games. Every time I do think of him, I mute the volume. There is no other!
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