Little Things

urban music (2)

The world came together
On the edge of the platform
Where the black man's saxophone
Played with the white man's folk guitar

Where the music from the subway
Rose up through the cold steel grate
And danced a tango with the rhythm
Of the lonely drummer in the park

I, on a hot summer night,
That was more summer than it's date claimed,
Sat on a bench and listened loudly
To the sounds the city played

Each person an instrument.
Each voice and footstep a new melody,
Tonight the city lives and breathes
And waits for the rain to send us home.