by Ted Onulak

Created on: April 07, 2009

I know a blind musician

Who hangs out near the park

He plays a slow blues

On a banged up sax

To get some coin

In his beat up hat

People sometimes stop

To hear his soulful song

Others, just pass unmoved

And leave him be, alone

Some people ask

How long he's been that way

He's kind of a funny guy

And just says

Long enough to play the Blues

Sometimes I bring him hot coffee

On a cold winter day

He thanks me

And asks what song I'd like him to play

As we talk a man comes over and asks for directions

But stops when he sees that my friend is blind

The sax man smiles and tells him clearly

How many blocks

How many lights

He knows this town by heart

The man mumbles that he is sorry

And drops a buck in his hat

Don't be sorry for me

I'm not the one who is lost!

So as the stranger shuffles off

We have a good laugh

So what do you want me to play for you?

So I ask him to play the sunset

As it dances between the trees

A woman's tears alone in the dark

The smile you get after a bottle of beer

Then he asks if that's all that I want

And begins to play it all

The glorious song sails to the top of the sky

And moans gently down the street

It follows me softly all the way home

And haunts me in my sleep

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