The frantic
The downtown streets
In the heart of the windy city
Below snow littered gutters
A lone solitary tune grips and seizes
The lone saxophone player plies his trade
Bluesy and
soulful the melody one cannot ignore
The subway is his
stageMusty and freezing, reeking of broken dreams
Creating atmosphere that echoes through the station
Heard by the many, the countless
Many are the
different faces passing by
But we are all
intertwined for those momentsHaving unwittingly become his audience
By no force of will of his own
Most do not stop
to listen
Hurried to our
next destinations in undulationOh, yet that soulful sound incarcerates
Captured we are
One cannot speak
for others
But for meThis memory indelibly, I will always carry
Copyright 2013 Wandering Satellite Publishing
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