Little red cooler full of protein.
Little red corvette comes to mind.
The vibes of his music generates.
A feeling of a friendship.
Gone, but pure.
I never knew him.
But, I admired from afar.
Little red corvette that goes into 1999.
I walk the two blocks.
Little red cooler in hand.
I sing Little Red Corvette in my head.
A friend in the music.
A friend in my memory.
A friend through the beats.
Oh, Little Red Corvette.
Oh, Little red cooler.
It’s the life line to my eatery.
It holds the goods that will be prepared.
My new little friend.
With the little red sports car in my mind.
And the voice of a tiny man.
A giant voice.
The two are intertwined.
I will go forth with my little red box.
And Prince in my mind.
To jiMelis, my eatery, I carry his spirit.
I smile with my little red cooler in hand.
Much reward in life with a bit of nostalgia.
It’s the recipe.
Life is a little red something.