City Street Blues

salty blues and Saturday’s news begs the difference between the candlelit alters and the sunlit corners where the timid mingle with insane masses of different classes and intellectual solace is revealed in song the rhythm of empty bucket drummers sets the pace of the blind blues hummers and the picking of eight year old prodigies of the jazz guitar imitations of statues from silver to copper surprise the passersby as the light reflects in a down turned eye to where the hungry sit and cry the money jingles in pockets of consumers and blends with the beat of air brake pauses mixed with the cries of children and the laughter of hookers and the heartbeats of peddlers with maps to the stars yes the blues is fluid and flows in city streets among the down and out and the up on their luck with those chasing the Jones’ and those making ends meet the blues is like breathing and refreshes in every breath as the equality of rhythm leads each to their death and the beat goes on and on