he played music on a street corner
not yet full of the seasons bustle
the rise and fall of mournful notes
a landscape painted in Christmas hues

his red stocking cap sat a jaunty angle
while tendrils of wispy smoke drifted
on the wind, and brass vibrations wafted
down the city streets at mid day
— Busker – 12/14/09 – 11


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