Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Down Below Chicago

Through the hurried
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 stage
Musty 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 moments
Having unwittingly become his audience
By no force of will of his own

Most do not stop to listen
Hurried to our next destinations in undulation
Oh, yet that soulful sound incarcerates
Captured we are

One cannot speak for others
But for me
This memory indelibly, I will always carry

Copyright 2013 Wandering Satellite Publishing

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