The sounds of a city
are just as grand
as the grand canyon
The I love you of lovers
toasting glasses at the outside cafe
The roar of the taxis as they rush away
Their honking horns are trumpets
piercing the night like wolves in the wild
While the lone drunk sings a shanty as
beautiful as the wood cock
I sit here sleeplessly waiting
for the next fresh notes
that arrive on the back
of the garbage truck
beep, beep, clang, clang
listening to the jazz of the city man
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