15/11/13 CitySpace and String

Rising each morning
To the train
The trained musician
begging for pennies on the street
Playing an orchestrated masterpiece
He created on the spot
Mixed with horns and percussion
Of cars passing by

He smiles and dances
Performance art
creating the perfect metaphor
in the gutter on the street corner
Where you can see the hookers at night
The drunkards muck at his feet
That tread so lightly
Perfectly on time
Perfectly in tune

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