Boris Red. (№ 381067)

Over bag in black arch
all night, played the saxophone.
The wino on the Park bench
slept, having spread a sheet of newspaper.
I have also become a musician
and I if I don't die
shirt white with black bow
play at night in the wind.
So, smiling, he slept with the drunkard
under heaven, drunk to the bottom.
Sleep, don't worry about anything,
there is only one music.