The Blues

by Jacki   Oct 25, 2004


He sits there on the corner street
saxophone case open
collecting change from the
passing of the people.
Melodies played
through out the night
Street lights dance upon
the brass.
Little voices gather to hear
the man on the streets.
He calls out for his love
to let him whisper in her ear.
Passing time she never comes
but eager minds wave thier arms.
To the woman in the window
who hears his love letter being
played.
The saxophone case is open
but she never drops any change.

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  • 20 years ago

    by tanya

    this poem was very good, it's like you painted a picture with your words...good job!!

  • 20 years ago

    by Mephastophilis

    This was rather sad, i really pity the man because he has all these people around him but the only person he wants isn't there if u get what i mean. Once again a rather unique poem. Great job. tc. xmollyxx

    btw, you need to change the typo "women" to woman

  • 20 years ago

    by Timothy

    very cool. simplistic, direct, an edge of sad sentiment

  • 20 years ago

    by Timothy r

    Hi Jackie, I think I have seen this man before, he lives on most street corners in the U.S.A., i feel like I was walking by him reading this. Thank you so much for your lovely comment on my last poem, it was muchly appreciated. Tim

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