Sidewalk Musician

Sidewalk Musician

Eyes closed, his warm breath sets free
tiny sunbursts into gray urban chill.
His music, like butterfly wings, flutters alive
tickling the ears of passersby.

Above their heads, blooming quarter notes float
then burst into melodic confetti.
Drab coats . . . shoes. . . minds . . . are cast aside
while the crowd dances amidst colorful drops of jazz.

As his last notes evaporate into hubbub, eyes open to find
the sky hangs empty above a dirty sidewalk,
where coins plink tunelessly and people
chase their busy lives through a dreary city.


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