Coachella

For one weekend
and a day,
halfway through
the month before May,
all the kids get together
they drive away from LA.

Some book hotels
they pamphlet the day,
they’re all in agreement,
“We came here to play!”

And I swear this damn town,
I mean that of LA
almost shuts down,
“Rather quiet,” I say.
When that sound
cometh ‘round,
138 miles
away.

For that day
for that weekend halfway,
for that month before May.