“Last Stop: Chicago Union Station”
As the annoyingly familiar woman announced her daily sermon of train stops, I incorporated the dissonant melodies of the outside world with the orderly ones of Richard Strauss’s “Also Sprach Zarathustra”. But it would most likely be known to those crowded around me as the famous introduction to 2001: A Space Odyssey. My ritualistic walk to the Chicago Fine Arts Building for rehearsal began as my violin clanged against my back.
The songs of those wearing suits and power ties filled my ears, singing of monetary profit, as the trumpets attained the height of the prominent theme, filling the concert halls of my head with brass beauty.
“Change for the homeless… just tryin’ to get through the day”
The violins dethroned
As the annoyingly familiar woman announced her daily sermon of train stops, I incorporated the dissonant melodies of the outside world with the orderly ones of Richard Strauss’s “Also Sprach Zarathustra”. But it would most likely be known to those crowded around me as the famous introduction to 2001: A Space Odyssey. My ritualistic walk to the Chicago Fine Arts Building for rehearsal began as my violin clanged against my back.
The songs of those wearing suits and power ties filled my ears, singing of monetary profit, as the trumpets attained the height of the prominent theme, filling the concert halls of my head with brass beauty.
“Change for the homeless… just tryin’ to get through the day”
The violins dethroned