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Downtown

Met a man with one leg

wearing a green fedora

playing a cracked guitar

with 3 broken strings

and an open suitcase

with silvery coins thrown

in for his dinner, drinks, fix

whathaveyagotiswhathegot

and I added my few bits to

the meager pile that grew

slowly 

as the wind picked up 

and the sun fell from a 

weak autumn apogee

and stood there listening 

to a man playing the blues

who knew it for what it was

And tonight I'll get home

and eat and drink and fix

and sleep

and then do it again
and again
andagainandagianandagain

and I will never be as free
as that one legged man 

sitting on his stool

playing the blues
as the gulls wheel overhead 

Downtown