I was waiting for a bus in Hackney
and lifted my eyes to the sky.
I was so surprised and delighted
with the picture that had caught my eye .
A master piece of Jazz music
had been painted on the side of a wall
There where bright yellow notes on a staff,
and there where golden trumpets and all.
With a slight leaning to reggae,
hinting a west Indian influence
Slicked up colours in slapped up brush strokes
created an electric presence,
This picture of music and life screamed out in Hackney
Beside a bus stop .
I wish I could have took the bricks
and put them on display in some art shop.
But art shops are all over Hackney,
On the sidewalks each face you can make.
A few smiles for a canvas
A few bob for the poor or art for arts sake .
By Paul McCann
Originally Posted On Site: 2008-01-20 08:03:17
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