about street music

cities are fast and fun and have so much energy -- I love that about them.  But I also love the contradictory moments you can have in cities, while you're bustling around and living life 1,000 miles per hour, and something makes you stop.  Street performers have this allure; I love the random gathering of city-dwellers who often crowd around them, stopping their lives for a bit to share in something special.  Time gets put on hold for a bit, don't you think?

Here's a poem about some street performers we heard in New Orleans - they were so fantastic, I just couldn't stop smiling in their presence!

Here's to Tuesdays and tiny poems and we-have-more-than-half-the-week-to-go-but-I-believe-in-us attitudes - sweet dreams!
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tiptoes 

around the boys, slender white

women sway themselves in the heat;

tipsy on brass, playing until they play

to fill a box. the wind skims some bills

and the music is voodoo for our feet. 

notes slink line by line,

breathing jazz chords down the street -

palm readers idle by with

hazy plans; the boys reach

on tiptoes, sticking with the ground beat.