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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=351270" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Man Listening To Disc</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">This is not bad --<br>ambling along 44th Street<br>with Sonny Rollins for company,<br>his music flowing through the soft calipers<br>of these earphones,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">as if he were right beside me<br>on this clear day in March,<br>the pavement sparkling with sunlight,<br>pigeons fluttering off the curb,<br>nodding over a profusion of bread crumbs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In fact, I would say<br>my delight at being suffused<br>with phrases from his saxophone --<br>some like honey, some like vinegar --<br>is surpassed only by my gratitude</div><div style="margin:10px 0">to Tommy Potter for taking the time<br>to join us on this breezy afternoon<br>with his most unwieldy bass<br>and to the esteemed Arthur Taylor<br>who is somehow managing to navigate</div><div style="margin:10px 0">this crowd with his cumbersome drums.<br>And I bow deeply to Thelonious Monk<br>for figuring out a way<br>to motorize -- or whatever -- his huge piano<br>so he could be with us today.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This music is loud yet so confidential.<br>I cannot help feeling even more<br>like the center of the universe<br>than usual as I walk along to a rapid<br>little version of &quot;The Way You Look Tonight,&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and all I can say to my fellow pedestrians,<br>to the woman in the white sweater,<br>the man in the tan raincoat and the heavy glasses,<br>who mistake themselves for the center of the universe --<br>all I can say is watch your step,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">because the five of us, instruments and all,<br>are about to angle over<br>to the south side of the street<br>and then, in our own tightly knit way,<br>turn the corner at Sixth Avenue.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And if any of you are curious<br>about where this aggregation,<br>this whole battery-powered crew,<br>is headed, let us just say<br>that the real center of the universe,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the only true point of view,<br>is full of hope that he,<br>the hub of the cosmos<br>with his hair blown sideways,<br>will eventually make it all the way downtown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Billy+Collins">Billy Collins</a><div class=q>
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ambling along 44th Street
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