kids these days*
pan handling music
on the streets
playin drummer
guitarist and sax
to these beats
a tune to the strings
movin money to bring
the notes that float
on a river of sound
to this lane down town
a crunching halt
a stuttering step
move to the jam
groovin to the funky bass
and slappin cello
as new wave poets
recite the stories of
their lives to the
empty crowds with
open minds