Through the blood-thirsty, money-hungry,
stop-and-go traffic, the sweet, soothing moan
of the homeless man’s saxophone
cut through rush hour’s roaring tide
for blocks and blocks.
The notes swelled from his lungs
defibrillating our dying society,
the warm, vivid notes liberating
the souls of us defeated and demoralized
slaves to the morning commute.
Joyless minds drown out the illuminating
music of life with chaos and mind-numbing
obligation. But the most gorgeous sounds
never stop vibrating.
Symphonies exist all around us
in the shared experience of clarified reality.
The dark, roaring, bitter car-horns
grew more frenzied by the hour
as transients vacated
our concert hall at the bus stop
on the corner of Binz and Main Street.
All I could hear in the winter air
was the sensational saxophone,
divine and eloquent amidst the chaos.
We sat in the cold, huddled together
under the warm cover of Houston’s
intimate and hospitable solitude.
We missed every bus
until the last one
passed into the night.
BIO: Conrad Schafman is a 22-year-old writer from Houston, Texas. Two of his poems were featured in “The Blue Hour Anthology Volume II” this summer, and his first short story is upcoming in an anthology from Inkception Books entitled “Pandora’s Box: Retellings.” You can read more of his writing at http://conradzacharyschafman.wordpress.com/
He is also a firm believer that if you only read one book this year, it should be “Rooftops and Other Poems” by Heather Minette, published by The Blue Hour.