early afternoon gospel brunch. with plate of barbeque in hand and a bowl of fruit salad topped with half a tiny peach pie. they stood before us in bright red suits with black buttons and a matching black shirt with a straight collar that met at a gold button near the adam's apple. brother germaine on drums and the bass man backed up reverend and the other brothers. the guitarist lounged on the amp, huched over ripping out the chords.
"you gotta do good so you can get good."
funk and falsetto, preaching and raising hands to show we've got the love.
that punk kid is out on the park lawn catching a frisbee while his shirt hangs from his neck to act as a cape asd he jumps for the flying disc.