basement floor organ band
deep sounds of lower level key board tones
ring through the building;
the bandmates meld their music notes,
the bass vibrates the walls.
adjacent to our home, the Rasta men yell
making jibberish noises with their rolling tongues
their tempers rise as they blast through heated conversations
a debate for the beginning of the week.
the organ picks up and a techno beat kicks in
the tone of a young dreamer, sorting through piano chords
sharing tales of his weekend temptress;
a deep grumbling yell, passing the blame around the table
their voices are muffled by walls and crooked teeth;
it is the perfect mixture of sounds
a passionate temperment of hard-life living.