Friday, September 30, 2016

The Birds Sing Like They Know The Score

(Sometimes I forget about these characters, and they return to me when I'm driving, or when I hear a very good lyric.  These people have embodied music for me.  Joyous music and traveling.

Like the boy I saw playing the HANG instrument in Hoboken Station.  And then the girl and the guitar.
And then there was the CRASH.  And I did not go back to Hoboken or the ferry.  Which made me sad.)

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