A Poem for Dreadlock Mike

An anonymous tribute

Aug 7, 2013 at 12:00 am

We were saddened to learn last week about the death of Dreadlock Mike, one of those iconic street people who entertained crowds around Comerica Park. He and another street person, James Van Horn, widely known as the “Eat ’em up, Tigers!” guy (for his mantra cheering on our home team), were reportedly killed by a hit-and-run motorist in the wee hours of Saturday, July 27.

So we were surprised to arrive in the office on Monday morning and find a poem left on our keyboard, apparently hand-delivered to our office. In the margins of the verse was printed: “Metro Times, can you print this for Mike”? We present here this anonymous tribute to the man known as Dreadlock Mike.

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We’ve seen you, Mike

    Judges, priest, Pepsi

        delivery men,

            EMS, DTE.

    Solid apparition

        Solemn worn visage

    Heavy roped dreadlocks

        Moving between our

            Civic world

        Like an urban stream

            of consciousness

        Limbless in cold winter

            Snow-covered and frozen

                We gave donations

            In pure conscience

        A silver dime golden

            A divine cup of soup.