Jazz on the bridge

I took to a little wandering about Prague yesterday. I had my camera, my ipod and my headphones and was oh so ready to go. I turned right out of the metro, only because I usually turn left. I wandered into the Jewish quarters, which I have never been before. I avoided the paths I've been on before, just to take the road not taken. So inspired by Robert Frost.

I took some photos of my favourite cobblestones, and of Lennon wall. The sad thing was that the original portrait of Lennon was painted over. Graffiti is allowed, so I will head back with my friends and imprint a part of us on this monumental piece of history.

I attempted to sketch one of the statues, but it was too cold and I basically sucked so I wrote a poem instead.

Jazz on the bridge

The soft thump of the double bass

The soothing tone of the clarinet

The sensual hum of the saxophone

The steady voice in a foreign tongue

The world hurried by

Eager to get to the other side

Lost in a world of their own

Oblivious to the sound of jazz

They played for no one

They played for everyone

They played for their love for music

They brought life to the bridge

As I watched them

My spirits lifted

My soul took flight

For I was, lost in my reverie