From blocks away it
grabs me - this throbbing primal beat
At once my mind
over-ridden by the groove sought by my feet
The source I now
discover is two minstrels from the street
My energy soon shifted
– blues - sent on a spontaneous retreat
The spirit of these
troubadours is anything but discreet
A smile and a wave to
all that pass – good will and talent meet
Within the heart of the
city this really is a treat
Life brought to ribbons
of asphalt and canyons of concrete
Their presence on the
corner becomes the life force heard for blocks
Secret envy of those
walking by in suits - slaves to arbitrary clocks
To some a scourge -
after all - he’s not even wearing socks
I see integrity – to
self be true, hear a rhythm that really rocks
It takes no end of
courage to think outside the box
Go contrary to social
conscious – it’s mental bars and endless locks
On this day I’m
grateful to these two they filled my heart with glee
For a fleeting instant
upon that street my soul knew what it is to be free.
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