Heel-to-toe, he taps to the harmonics of
reverberating bounces and swish-swooshing tempos,
and to the serenades of sirens outside his window.
He dances the Dig Toe Step to beer can-crushing-
concertos and the clattering of formidable fists.
Boom-boom-klatt, he’s dancin’ and toe-tappin’.
He dances to the bellowing vibrato of their marital
Hip-Hopera. Clickety-clackin’ his toe-tappin’ feet to
syncopated hymns of beloved acrimony.
As if lightning he moves with the arpeggios of
metal capsules that ricochet off the alley way
walls.
Klatt-klatt-boom, his feet stomp to
the recession of chinking coins and the rustling
of C-notes.
1, 2, 1, 2-step, he shuffles to the
coda of the ghetto’s song.
Boom-boom-klatt, he’s dancin’ and toe-tappin’.
Boom-boom-klatt, he’s dancin’ and toe-tappin’.
