music in the street

there’s music in the streets.

an older italian man in a suit rolled his upright through the streets.

i don’t know any of the songs.

maybe it’s improvised

or just so much music i haven’t had the honour to hear yet.

a little out of tune.

it has probably seen as much as the player.

he plays the white keys only.

i’ve set up my gear

in a bar next door.

five older german ladies waiting for me to play.

the stage set.

my clothes the dirtiest pieces in here.

but for now

i would rather stay in the heat.

sitting on those overheated cobblestones.

play for strangers.

right now.

right here.

i hear a new song.