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a subway is as good a place as any to fall in love

the “A” train I think

I remember playing on my blues harp and how the notes echoed

off of those tiled walls

the scenery beats the hell out of my worn out heels

worn from the pounding out the beat

yeah, the beat like I was playing for the “Duke of Ellington”

the attitude of been there, done that

progressing as I played the progression

it was a long time ago

now, evolving as I write the words,

it brings me to the matter at hand

it is winter here in my backyard a rolling Arctic express

keeps a continuous flow of snow clouds above my head

the cold cumulonimbus

some glassy darting eyes on a cloud
for in some still corner of my eye

within the peripheral of short blinking lights

such a short time

and I have not played for the gathered crowd in quite awhile

the more exotic lick there lips for another taste

for want of lessons that will make something feel better

I shiver

weeping in the cold wind,
hearing nothing underground
until I long for that transformation into morning

while the waiting has a certain nature

for acquiring the hue of some different blues