Originally posted 10/4/2013.
A beautiful Saturday night in the city:
a punk fan
spits up on a classic rock fan
in front of a disco
and a country fan turns up her nose
at the hard, hard house music
her date seems to prefer.
A jazz fan hurries past everyone
because no one likes a jazz fan
except for the reggae fans — they
love everyone, mostly. Mostly —
except for that guy
with “Tosca” leaking
from his earbuds.
Meanwhile on the corner
two surprising kids
are committing a bluegrass murder,
hoping for spare change in the hat.
There’s a hint of bhangra in the air
and a hint of merengue in the air
and a hint of calypso and soca and mento
and someone’s got a ska torch lit too;
it’s a beautiful Saturday night
in the clamoring city,
making you wish
you could play everything
whenever you close your eyes.