A poem for you

As he walked into the crowd
He intended to make it loud
As he considered himself a musical poet

Upon the stage he would wave his hand
Asked the dj to turn up the band
And deep down he truly hoped to not blow it

The beats cranked, he sang the funk
Upon his rap, they would all get drunk
And theh looked at him as the hip-hop don

She turned and looked at him, gave a wink
And he smiled as he started to think,
"Maybe this has been the day, I won"