The band plays on the sidewalk
Trumpet glimmering in the sun
But I don’t hear the joy
Headphones on
Listening to sad songs
Lone terrace patron
Drinking her coffee
Added sugar but all I taste is salt
From the tears I repress
Not in public
Not now
They’ll flow later
But for now
The band plays on the sidewalk
And I don’t hear a single note
And the world is salt