beneath a very tall building
you'll have whiplash looking
lay a basket with few change
in front of an elderly violinist
playing a happy beat, pop
gathering crowd dance
they have close palms, i notice
some look at pavement for sign
some pouting lips rush to cross
i stop for moment trying to pick
notes he's playing, entertaining
and he's loving it, passionately
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