This is my jam

The truck driver honked, 
The cab driver yelled out,
Like the rest of New York,  
They were stuck in a street,
Chock-a-block with folks and cars,
They were not in any mood to greet.

The clock ticked,
And an hour passed,
The vehicles had not moved an inch,
But the tempers, they were rising fast.

When music filled the air and a toddler started to dance, 
Her car seat bounced, as in a car she pranced.
This was her jam,
She didn’t care if it was all going to be caught on the street cam.
She bobbed her head, clapped her hands, and wiggled her feet,
To the tune, her tired parents had to play on repeat.

The truck driver smiled,
The cab driver giggled,
And just like that,
All of New York that was stuck on the street,
Moved to the song,
And danced to her beat.