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Inner City Streets MAG

By Anonymous

   He plays his

Saxophone

On Bedford Avenue

His horn tooting

Inner City Blues.

Tunes of slow melodies

Melancholy notes

Floating in your ears

As your eyes

Water from the pain

The sax plays.

People crowd around him

Giving coins of their

small fortunes

And walking on

Saddened by the fact

That life ain't good anymore.

The saxophone bellows out its blues

You can hear it ten stories up

Where the old lady hangs out the window

Listening

And watching folks pass by

And four blocks down the street

In the park

Where everybody meets

And the unfortunate rest their heads.

He plays his sax on

Bedford Ave.

Listen close;

You can hear it on

THE INNER CITY STREETS EVERYWHERE,

The same song ...

It's.

The.

Same.

Song.





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