4 / 30 : seasons [run this town].

oh boy.....

seasons

daddy

im sure the creole slipped off of your tongue

as you peered from your rooftop in roselawn

to see the scoreboard at riverbend stadium

you heard the crowd go wild and you yelled

geaux bengals

and hooted loudly until

your mother told you it was time for dinner

you dreamed of being bigger than big

you wanted to call the plays on the turf

you needed to run this town

that had birthed you as your haitian heritage

got lost in between one of cincinnati's seven hills

and you dreamed a dream as american as skyline chili

thirty years later

many seasons have gone by and you have coached

in every major arena under the sun but you always

wanted to go back to the five one three

and be the hometown hero you never

wanted to forget that you were spoon fed stoop dreams

remembered legendary passes from your rooftop

its october and seasons change as they always do

the fall always makes me think of you

as you suit up in whatever color is appropriate

for the city we are living in for the year

for the month

for the moment

but i knew as soon as you put on a cap

colored orange and black you felt like

you had come full circle

at home games when i'm in town when our team touches down

you'll look up at the stands and point at me

always

and when you're away in seattle

atlanta

new york

chicago

and we make a big play i know you're doing the same

i called you today after we won and you were

crying

we hadn't been number 1 since 1988 before

i could walk and before michael was born

a different season in your life when you could only dream

that you'd be on the team

roster

daddy

i'll never understand the man

behind smile and the ray bans but

as the seasons change

as they always do

i'll be in the stands

every chance i can

cheering for you