are subway violinists.
not
quite good enough
with our creative endeavors
for
Carnegie Hall,
but fine
for the subway
system,
the hollow tunnels
that run
beneath the city.
our hat is out
as we sit perched
on the crate.
we play with passion
as another train empties
and
the coins fall
and the bills float down.
we all fall a little bit short
of stardom,
but we play on.
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