I wrote a song about a traveling blind
man and played it in a New York
subway. The eyes of my passing
audience were vibrant, scrutinizing
and distracted so I turned around
and played to the wall and let the
echo pummel my face. My song
ended and I heard a few thumps in my
donation box. When I turned around
an old man with bleary eyes was
smiling. "I like your song," he said and
then he took the hand of the woman
next to him and she led him down the way.
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