Harlem Nocturne Poem by Robert Green
Harlem Nocturne
He drew in some air
Lifted the horn to his lips
The notes played out
Like an innocent soul
Playing against the night sky.
Music drifting on the breeze
Over rooftops and into open windows
Accompanying lovers, and
Soothing restless minds,
Of those lacking in sleep
A tear to the eye of some,
As the music sparks a memory
Bringing comfort to the lonely.
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