TAP TAP TAP
His headphones waving in the air
The drum solo is over
Back to the chorus
Oblivious to the passengers around him
He is some where else
A music hall perhaps
His silent lip-syncing
Makes no sense to me
But his unseen audience is awestruck
I’m sure
Straddling the rail
As if it were a mike
TAP TAP TAP
On the crowded subway
He is bumped by a passerby
And stops for a moment
But the crowd wants more
And he cannot deny them
TAP TAP TAP
His foot is heard over the roaring of the tracks
It stops
He looks over at me
But his eyes make no contact
As he stares into the sea of fans
It’s a sentimental moment
Or the best line in the song
For his lips are moving slower now
The beat is back and he turns his head
TAP TAP TAP
His subtle hand movements
And the slight bop of his head
Conduct an unheard orchestra
That knows what to play at the push of a button
TAP TAP
The amps go silent
As he looks out the window
And the train reaches the station
It is his stop
The Subway Musician steps off without a bow
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