Night Outside the Theater
By Bryan Ball
The horn of a ship at sea sounds through a Trumpeter in an unknown key.
Everyone hears this lonely cry of the Trumpeter’s jazzy rhyme.
Tonight, Trumpeter, you and I are like ships in the night that pass on by.
Giving little heed to one another, the waves of the faceless crowd push past each other.
Not even for a moment does this artist shine, in the so called spotlight of their mind.
Only I hear the baying cry. Playing in an unknown key hello and goodbye.