As the tremor in my foot started

I remembered what Granny said about cinnamon.

I reached into my jacket to see if I could find one

Bumped my elbow into that marbled elk that 

George was supposed to take to the carport.

 

When I’d reminded him about it, he told me it was on his bucket list

Which I know is out there on the carport

Or down in the bayou where he likes to go and eat a beet or two

With a lightbulb strung over his little boat that I’m sure

Must have some cinnamons in it!