Gate C
They all rush in
Bound by a common need
All stuck together
Between the departure lounge and the sky beyond
Past a crush of school children and a rushing businessman
Hand on the wallet
An Esquire in one hand
A tepid bagel in the other
The constant buzz of lights
Like electric cicadas
24 hours a day
Rush
Lull
Rush
Lull
The ebb and flow of people
Shoes tapping
Slipping and sliding across slick floors
All pushing together
In an endless sprint toward Gate C.
B&W
Cloudy Brittany sky
Looms over the multitude of beachgoers
Freezing in the water
In windy June.
Speeding ahead of the pack
Along the city streets
A continuously moving packed crowd
All on bikes
Everyone
Pumping their legs
To get the man in yellow.
The streets are empty
Darkening sky
Still the light burns brightly
Illuminating the edges
Of all that is around it.
Musical Gumbo
Starts and stops
A vicious melee of scratches
A record ripped off of the turntable
With extreme force
Another slammed on in its place.
Attacking the vinyl
With no weapons,
Just his hands
move back and forth
one deck to the other.
A sonic boom
Blows your earplugs out
Bass so low
It could raise the dead
Screams from his followers below
As he puts on a familiar tune
The entire crowd starts dancing like a chain reaction.
Put you hands skyward
Look up
And let the beat guide you
To musical nirvana.
You don’t get many Saturdays like this.
Buildings Rise
Buildings rise
Balcony
Balcony
Balcony
Balcony
Balconies rise
Out of Shadows
Tearing through nature,
The city grows without regard
As flowers are placed on its structures
In sacrifice to the new industrial God.
Rain
Crying down
Pouring
From
The sky
It stops
And then
Comes
Back
Again
Fading
Returning
Down
Down
Trickling
Torrents
In spurts
And sputters
Downpours
Down
From the skies
In different tempos
And times
Falling down
Funk is...
Funk is heat
Funk is groove
Funk is the jam
Funk is the sweat on the back of your neck
Funk is the birds chirping outside Tipitina’s
Funk is expression
Funk is taking the first streetcar home
Funk is passion
Funk is contagious
Funk is dancing until you can hardly walk
Funk is not awake until the sun goes down
Funk is soul freeing
Funk is unity
Funk is still going strong at 7am
Funk is the search
Funk is going to find you
Funk is a packed Maple Leaf at 5am on a Monday
Funk is clubs as dark as black holes
Funk is not for sale
Funk is New Orleans
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