I’m walkin’
in the street.

I’m talkin’
to the beat.

Listen to the mp3
birds accompany me.

Afro-cuban
Doobedoobedoobin’

Beat accelerates
Pick up the pace.

Don’t have to think
steppin’ in sync

Brain in neutral
sky so beautiful

Leave the iPod home
all roads lead to Rome

Use your feet
to create the beat

Use your feet
to create the beat

Composing – instantaneous

Rhymes come – so spontaneous

Clip clop
Hip hop
Non-stop
Be bop (2X)

Let my feet
supply the rhythm

Soon the words
fly by with ’em

I’m not a New Yorker
And I’m not deLorca
I’m a – feet-talker
I’m a walker

iPlod
iPlod
iPlod

improvise
extemporise

Watch my words
take flight

composition at the
speed of light…

© rob walker, 2010