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Old Man in a Car
Jack Brown

Old man sitting in a car.
Grooving to Brazilian sounds.
Years have drifted down
the street and across the river
into setting suns.
The world turns. Blood spills.
The saxophone lifting morning
with plaintive ease.
Rising, rolling swimming through
the drums. People are going
about their lives. Birds flying.
The organ whispers
”There is safety in the light.”
Prayer travels in every vibrant note.

—
Jack Brown lives and works in New York City. Poetry published in Adelaide, Aberration Labyrinth, The Village Sun, Hellcoal Annual, and Poets Reading the News. He is a songwriter.

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