What's Look Got To Do With It?

This poem is dedicated to you. Miss. Gorgeous Tina Turner

You must comprehend that you turned heads at every corner

Of the world, because you were sexy, sassy and indeed classy

You were black, bright, beautiful, talented, skillful, and leggy

Yes, sure. You must understand that you drove us crazy

And our eyes were indeed all over your moves and body.

What’s luck got to do with it?

You were born a star in Brownsville, Tennessee

Your name at birth was Anna Mae Bullock

It’s amazing that years later you became the Queen of Rock

And Roll. We rolled and danced physically and spiritually

We rocked in our mind, not by chance, not by luck

And of course, not by third-hand emotion

We will miss you. We will miss you in motion.

What’s love got to do with it?

That’s an incredible exhilaration: the beautiful long legs

The silky stockings, the lights, the impulse and the racing pulse

Oh! Ooh! That’s too much for the poor heart to handle

That’s logical, illogical, physical, mystical and spiritual

There’s a new definition for love: the long gorgeous legs

We became as hot as you were. Ooh! Listen to the racing pulse.

What’s look got to do with it?

P.S. Thank you Miss. Turner for the hot ride. May you now rest in Peace!

Copyright © May 2023, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved

Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.