The Horn
From anywhere in Harlem you can hear it
A soulful moan that covers you like a blanket
He has been there on that corner
For as long as anyone can remember
Him and his horn
He plays music for the people
Sometimes the young ones sing along
But mostly just him and his horn
Playing for the people
Rain or shine
He's there no matter what
His little cup rattles with the change given
He doesn't play for the money
He plays for the joy
His hair is white now
His fingers not quite as nimble
But he still plays
He still makes it moan
The horn
(c)kingpen2021
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