The scratch band's practising 'Rio',
dry Mike Nesmith's swingingest song.
Maka wants it calypso, Dave can you syncopate
the cajon? That bass is relentless,
she grumbles but Alan scowls, refuses to
change the groove: the original's perfection –
dancing funky lines through a nonstop party,
luscious backing vocals and a plaintive slide,
through silly flight announcement snippets,
clinking glasses, laughing, yells,
a jokey video, sublime sweet 70s delight.
A winter chill's on the Saturday morning market,
coffee, muffin, mandarin scents mingle
with our ragged version's sunny chords
and a few smiling people sing along: tonight
I probably won't fly down to Rio but then again, I just might.