A singer perched on a shallow ledge
Guitaring her heart out
in exchange for a
Washington.
My hands to busy fondling my ticket
to thank her for making the impatient wait
that much more pleasant.
The line ekes closer to the final destination.
Music.
Music I am passing by.
And I laugh to myself.
Loud enough for my upright neighbors to hear.
Because Guitarist is quite good.
Imitation of the musician beyond the partition.
A $32 irony.
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When you're up here, we will chat about the ani concert--I've seen her twice and isn't she awesome? But nice poem. It's true, there are so many many wonderful musicians in the world!
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