Rocking a black coat, no joke, I provoke,
Streets whisper, "There he goes," but I’m just a regular bloke.
Eyes follow, myths swallow, but in shadows, I soak,
Stride with pride, in my coat, ain’t no cloak.
“Looks dicey?” That’s the talk as I walk,
In their heads, I chalk, but I just let them gawk.
It’s the coat, not the bloke, that makes them balk,
In my black coat saga, I’m the hawk.
“Dangerous?” Nah, that’s a miscast,
In your eyes, I’m vast, a contrast from my past.
Black coat’s my mast, in the sea vast,
Sailing past judgments, breaking the forecast.
Black coat rhythm, it’s my anthem, never dim,
Through the skepticism, I swim, breaking every interim.
Not a phantom, in my spectrum, I’m the gem,
Black coat, my realm, in the night, I gleam.
Step by step, I rep, in the night, I prep,
Black coat, my pep, in mystery, I’m steeped.
Not a step misstepped, in my depth, you’re swept,
Misread, indeed, but in my creed, I’m adept.
Rhymes wrap, in my coat’s flap, I tap,
Beats clap, in this trap, I unwrap,
A map, in the rap, no gap, I zap,
Black coat, in my lap, I bridge the gap.
Black coat, not a mote, but a note,
In the moat, I float, my quotes, I devote.
Misinterpreted, I denote, but in my boat, I gloat,
Black coat’s my vote, in the night, I emote.
In this coat, I quote, no remote anecdote,
Through the throat, my notes, like a tote, they float.
In the mote, I wrote, in the coat, I dote,
Against the rote, I’m the antidote, in the coat.
Black coat saga, a magnum opus, no opus,
Through the focus, I’m locus, in the hocus-pocus.
No jocus, in my locus, I’m ferocious, precocious,
Black coat’s my magus, in the chorus, I’m vociferous.