I kick out the jams in the subway tunnel
Echoes bounce off these walls
In answer to the music that resides inside
From this greatest of music halls
My saxophone grooves to the tune
Of crowds that shall come none too soon
People in transit to destinations
My music enters their souls
Like sweet libations
They got that little snap to their walk
In their stride there is no talk
Like a juggernaut in the great abyss
Struggling crowds cannot dismiss
In the masses my notes find their place
Within the people who steadily race
To the platform of the subway train
~Moses~
© 2006 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
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