january 18th, 2002 / 12:31 a.m.

the violinist stood poised, playing his sad love song to no one, in the subway full of no ones, just trying to get through the day.

each note he played, and each train that came, left fewer and fewer people to hear him play his heart torn melodies.

once the crowds were gone, and i was the only one left sitting in the station, listening to him play, he looked at me and said

"no one appreciates beautiful things anymore, they just go through their lives, happy with the money they make, the jobs they have, and the cars they drive.....i hope that god accepts visa cards, cause thats the only way they're gonna get in...."

and all i said was

"amen brother."

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