I’m at a silent disco party
in motion.

We’re all going somewhere,
amongst each other,
lost in our worlds.

Some are listening to music—
like me.
I’m listening, I’m vibing.

Some are just there,
soaking up the vibes of others,
unsure or unaware of their own.

They don’t know it,
but they’re at the party.
They don’t feel like it,
but they’re at the party.

The entrance fee was $2.90.
And you can stay as long as you want.
Go as far as you want.
Come and go.

And while you can’t have a drink,
you can vibe.
Maybe you’re high,
letting the motion move you.

You can’t really dance,
but you can groove.
Since most don’t realize they’re at the party,
they might look at you strange—
at first.
Then maybe they’ll join.
They’ll glance over and say,
“She’s having fun at this party.”

I move to a different party room
at 14th Street–Union Square.
I take my vibes elsewhere.

Then I leave the party altogether.
I’ll be back—
just taking a break.