Wandering through city streets
The hustle of nomadic discoveries
And subway stops, I hear saxophones
Crying rivers blues
And broken souls, beggars hats once fit suits
Dressed in all black at funerals
Where eulogy reads and Brooklyn boys reason for living
I journey to you, vagabond missions
Suitcased in windy nights, and early mornings
I wander to wonder, and I fell asleep by you
And everything I was hoping to discover I heard your tears
I heard them, crying rivers blues...

(I'm not Leon Thomas or in anyway associated with him, just love sharing great music. All rights go to him.)

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