The bucket drummer
plays the same beat every night
which I notice as I walk by
the corner of 42nd and Broadway
hearing his plastic rim shots
and salad bowl pings
ricochet off the billboards
like rhythm shrapnel
played at the same tempo too
an optimal groove
showing off his handiwork
keeping our attention aloft
out-noising the noise
but the thing about the beat
that cuts through consciousness
is its sameness
which reminds you how here you are too
walking by this corner again
and again and again
listening and expecting
some variation
without thinking anything new.
nice
Transported me right back to Montreal where there are some wonderfully profound bucket drummers as well. Thank you!
I like how the layout of the poem lends a beat to the message and flow.
Nice poem..I loved reading it..
True reflection of our lives today. Doing same things every day, with no variations. What a life. I hate routines.
Nice
Wow how unique
‘Ricochet off the billboards’ … nice! Lovely poem I can hear the beat through your words.
This is so good!!!
Thought provoking
Nice
Ah I love this
Really interesting. The reassurance sameness and routine brings, staying comfortable never getting better. Thank you for the poem.
Lots of nice lines. Here’s one of my favorites: “out-noising the noise.”
awesome..thanks for it…Health Share PORT
Love this 😍
Good poem i like it , if your own this is great 😉
Soft and Intense, Shallow and deep, depicts a writer’s block perfectly! I love this.
how fantastic – i can feel, and hear, the beat!
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I really enjoyed reading this. keep them coming
Really love the layout..
Reminds me of something
Wow. That’s powerful.
This is brilliant!
nice work
love the shrapnel imagery, rad stuff!