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.)

Rivers by Leon Thomas (V1bes mixtape)

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