I'm going to keep going with the music.
Glad I can at least keep up in terms of the topic.
OK.
This is called "Admiration."
It's set in Chicago.
"The autumn day dark early.
Windy rain approaching from the prairie,
like a stranger from the prairie.
And down between great buildings on the shadowed city
streets, someone sheltered in the cold chapel
of an unused doorway with another blind paper
cup at his feet, was playing on a saxophone he had brought
with him in a shopping bag.
The classics of improvisation.
The great tunes, the riffs of his tradition, the changes
handed down again just now by him.
And in the pushing wind, the certainty of rain soon.
Who stopped for a moment to listen
and pitched his own voice to the blue note and a few coins
into the cup."