Listen close cause

This isn't Langston's

Drowsy tune.

It belongs to someone else,

Someone tilted, jaunty, rumbling up.

The nighttime booms.

Streets borne from

Plastic bucket beats

Escape the muni stairs

To sprawl around.

Steady noise

Baselines

A chorus.

Frantic noise

Revels

In weed whispers,

Vomit and sewer steam.

Market trades in close injections,

Deals drunken human laughter

For a couple earnest

Sermons.

It's all music

It's all a mix

It's all amuck

With reluctant

Joy.