Get Down On It

Somewhere in the city of millions
the clutter and nonsense of the day is being discarded
as people connect in the round of real
not invented virtual space
upload on fun

The distinctions of class and perceived status
wash away
the positivity reeks as the ears are
bombarded with delicious harmony and rhythm
everyone is getting their jam on

The younger folk are tasting the waters of
playing in the public domain
not hemmed in by societal norms
exuberance in the here and now
the higher tones of approval frequent

A slightly older group
showing off but gracefully
in a nonthreatening manner
even inventing some new steps
foot stomp on the one, hand clap on the two

The band is tight
the sax is going mad with groove
while the bass and drums kick that constant beat
and the guitar player is on another planet
motions of many practices dissolve into freelancing

Seasoned vets of the music world
grinning as they acknowledge that all the funk
they heard on the studio releases
has been thrown out the door
these players have hit a communal zone of tonal brilliance

The trials and tribulations of a world wide illness
have been replaced with a simple joy
so freeze for a moment the hustle and bustle
the injustices and the inner city madness
just get the body moving and get "funkdafied"