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Rated: E · Poetry · Music · #1320373

A spontaneous blast of beat poetry.

Way up in Harlem,
125th and Lex.
Stranded at the station.

Three young boys
Blow wild and fierce,
A frenzy of subterranean joy.

Homemade drums, a penny trombone,
Trumpeter of all colors,
Ecstatic.

The city is a ghost.
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