Between deco ornamented buildings
and sky cleaving steel
saxophones sway,
next to turned up hats,
belting tunes of jazz
and heated blues.
People pass by,
busses rev and stop,
breakfast stands dot sidewalks
among a rhythmic flow of feet.
From pointed peaks,
a tired tower lets go
of a grand adornment.
It falls upon a father,
as he walks
next to his 4 year old daughter
crushing his head
while her body stands sound
and the music lies silent.
Between motorized doors
and curtain veils
the emergency room band
cuts in
with practiced songs
and winged solos
where players take their turns.
Ambulances often howl first,
with escalating phrases,
signaling to the band
its turn is coming soon
to play its set list
for your father.
Between the count of vital signs
we roll him into our music hall.
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