Austin, Texas

6th Street
Throw the case out
High noon sun
Gonna break out
Harmonica in the brace
Foot taps keeping pace
Belt out some passion songs
Cracked out bum sings along
My back up vox start to wane
Drugs kick in, he threatens pain
Grip my pick a little harder
One eye watching for something sharper
Slow my rhythm start to speak
Tensions heighten start to shake
Busker versus madman on the corner
My music won’t bridge this broken border
Slip away halfway running
Head is spinning heart is pumping
Mission completed
Thirty dollars in my pocket proves it



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