Boom Bap, Boom Bap
the jazz, blues, rap, rock and raggae
concert flows in his head.
Beep bopping, marching to
others drums, guitars and cymbols.
Always a concert, always noise
never a settled clear mind.
Static fills the void
left in the middle
leaves him walking in candance
to the rhythmic sounds.
Concerts with only one spectator
fall on deaf ears,
and one man's shoulders.
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