I am on the bus, sitting in the back.

A game we’re playing, of black and white pawns.

People around me, do not understand.

Children looking at me, like I’m a mongrel.

Frowns turn to smiles, Ebbets Field is near.

Young boys pat their gloves, moms smooth out dresses.

Dads wearing bowlers, girls teasing their curls.

The bus doors open, I’m last off the bus.

It’s April 15th, the Braves are in town.

Black and white pieces, a diamond field.

A chess game has just begun, I am Jackie Robinson.