Trumpet on Times Square

Not really in the middle, but at the end of all the bright neon lights one may find a soulful, passionate and wonderful person playing his trumpet all alone thru night hoping for some contributions that may ease his burdon.

Talking to him reveals some of the heart one may hope to find in America on a better day, when not just power and money rule left, center and right.

Eyes can say more than words at times and being a man of Jazz has still a much deeper meaning than what most pop is all about.

May this unknown messenger play forever and find some wealthy sponsor to secure his wintertime days.

His playing is as great as his wit and humor, but even the very best musicians do not make a big buck as everything also seems to depend on where you stand on the open fortune scale.