Stripes ( an ode to Mr Johnson)

See the men in the
Pretty pinstripes
Singing their songs on the dock
Watching the trucks roll by.
Sweet lifting melodies
Floating on the air
Starched pastel shirts
Flying like flags,
Where is the parade
As the folks sing along
Sitting and tapping their feet
To the happy music.
Oh the barbershop quartet
That is the life for me
Singing with smiles so bright
Joy in the air
Like birdsong
To the ear.

To my favorite well dressed pinstriped pal.
Care and share lives.