The name was something related to “ocean,”
but the front man mumbled and I didn’t quite catch it,
a band of kids set up on a patch
of scruffy grass to administer a dose
of music at the farmers’ market—
two guitars, keyboard, drum kit.
Not bad at all, chill music for
a sultry evening in the park.
The singer’s hot, with perfect look
for summer gig: tie-dye tank,
orange cotton shorts, barefoot,
bright yellow band around his ankle
drawing attention to sun-tanned feet,
sexy when to a pedal lifted.
He says he’s sweating in the heat,
but he’s at ease as well as gifted.
Drummer’s cute too, with light-brown skin,
well-dressed dreads, a laidback mood;
a second-guitarist, long-haired, big-shoed,
and keyboard player, adding fills in.
They make a talented ensemble,
and though the crowd this evening’s small,
this gig is only a preamble;
with time they’ll be playing concert halls.
T. Allen Culpepper