Monday, May 3, 2010

jazz fest

rolling through my city -
lone trumpet,
4 am,
no ordinary street musician,
but something effortless
the kinds of notes
that rain forth like musical bliss
mingling with
the muted shouting of the neighbors
and people walking home
from bars -
the night is never quiet, here,
the cars fly by
incessantly, highway
always humming

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