The Toe Jam Jamboree

Was it his head tilt that stumped me— Was it his keen variations of hilarity, Was it his words—wild, strange, free, Like a bird straight out of captivity? He had a frisky, playful tongue That sounded like a friend With no limitations save the time span Of sixty seconds— There—none wasted— No—a wit sharp and full enough Uttering colloquial meanings I could only dream To attain through a matter Of a downloaded app And yet—he needed only sixty seconds —on the spit and spot— To relay inch by inch A soul so beautiful and rich, Creative and lovely, With flawless bite and light Smart phone readied, His big toe hit the record button As he played his tunes, As he always had And always will. He called it the Toe Jam Jamboree, And I applauded ever so inwardly With a smile of awed sincerity Sixty seconds and it ends, Cut off too soon— The limitations of fellow man And fellow receiver Playfully cruel Ever playing through Maybe the thick sail of tunes reached my ears Beyond the time of the app’s snipping jeers I told him—ever so inwardly, His Toe Jam Jamboree was symphony— Onward with sovereigns in silver harmonies Reaching a peasant’s light and a warrior’s fight Straight to a lone cock with feathers too bright Beak strong-held high, and sharp Ready to peck his way out of the coldest of hearts And into ripples of rhythmic paradise Where there breathes The guy who attracted me, With his tilted head, His words of glee, Flipping off every useless ad And sifting words and airs like mad Toe Jam Jamboree, he called it And I call it symphony With a steadied foot And a readied middle finger It’s his difference that will always Linger