Blasé Urbanite

_____________________________The screeching friction
_____________________  of tracks, this transit
__________________halting, people chatting,
____________________________________arms swaying, heavy feet
_________________________displacing from inertia,
the ground grumbles,

the door opens:
put on your headphones

(a simple click, the saxophone__________________the guard whistles
____crazy with the jazz, brass,________________________at you as if a conductor
_________bass banging to eardrums,________________toning you down.
_________________the platform your runway,_____________The floor is the staff,
__________rhythm, rhythm, rhythm) __________________________and you were out of it.

The screeching friction of tracks.
The ground grumbles.


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