Music is central
-be bop-
Torn, bereted
grey
Beard black man
Get that bench
down perfect
I want to feel it
Touch it
It’s got his jazz
His free blowing
brass in it
His rhythm
section
-F and E-
Lexington Station
I want the whole
damn station there
Stare at it
Get in it
The steel, tiles
Cement, peeling paint
Do not go
straight out
-miss trains-
We hear them no
more
Just part of the music