In the bar
I’m working
And people kind of just glide in
Like drops of water falling.
.
All of a sudden
There’s a black dude drinking IPA and
Looking really occupied
Tending to some technological gadget.
.
Then,
Out of nowhere,
The music comes,
The cutting edge in hip-hop,
Soul,
.
Stuff in general that
A black dude drinking craft beer
On a bar in a Sunday would be putting on.
.
I start to think,
.
Maybe this guy’s a genius,
.
But then I notice that he’s got a laptop with which he’s using a mouse.
.
My sexy bartender’s boyfriend,
Who’s half-black, gets him talking and
He talks a healthy, robust stream for an hour straight,
Acting, somewhat, as if C-SPAN is there or if
He has the potential to initiate a significant change in society
By blabbering in The View on a Sunday.
.
Well, he brought the noise,
It was a time for noise,
And a lot of LSD intake,
A lot of incoherent mental meandering and
A lot of technological gadgets
Must go into
Being the DJ
In The View
On a Sunday.