Street Players
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Street players dressed in poverty's finest,
beg for recognition and a few coins.
Their unique rhythm is intoxicating,
seducing me with its audacity.
Trumpets, offset by the twanging of strings,
harmonize in a release of passion.
And setting the beat of their homespun jazz,
youthful bravado sets the night on fire.
Revelry and Pathos, played in tandem,
one speaks to the heart, the other, the soul.
As a brass horn sways hypnotically,
high notes intensify with every chord.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2017
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