On The Subject of Zion Flex

July 16th, 2008 No comments

As she starts to serenade the Northern line;
People glance and turn upon their seats;
A girl is on the platform looking fine;
Sitting on a box of funky beats.

But what’s this, one man is not so easy-going,
He frowns and gives a ‘shush’ of irritation,
But this doesn’t stop the rhythms flowing,
So the man slinks away across the station.

But the best people are not so sad and sour,
Surely, everyone from Shakespeare to Don Juan,
Would tap their feet, even during rush hour,
And dance to the slick sounds of the Cajon