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Song of the city

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winter; the city shakes its coat,
and a flea drums cans in the wet.

passing soles splash the rhythm,
his head fills with rain's percussion;
fingers rub raw, arms shudder
and beat the vibration of trucks.

three hours his hands dance,
bones clatter the song of the city,
rattle to the snare of coins.
An old man, a couple of bins, rough weather, and a shitload of dedication got every coin I had in my pocket.

1st revision: 29/05/2010

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TheBrassGlass's avatar
The driving rhythm is so manifest here, wonderful; fantastic consonance.