the music plays ...

I am sitting here listening to

Mr. Bobby Rush
visualizing him in my mind
as I hear his words
and hear him play his harp
knowing that his eyes were twinkling
as he recorded his tunes
his dirty little ditties
meant to bring a smile to your face
with his bag full of props

sending his love of people and joy in life
abounding out into the crowd
shaking hands,
buzzing cheeks
those tight squeezing hugs ...
his tunes guaranteed to make you dance

and as I go about
cleaning house
doing laundry
making the bed ...
I do so with a dance in my step
cause in my soul

the music plays ...