Live from the L

A antithetic mix shuffled onto the train, which sat at a dead pause, breaking at the end of it's line. Seven minutes to go. 

The boy with almond-colored skin pulled his guitar out of it's black cloth case and began to strum. A man with tousled brunette locks and a matching shaggy beard rose from his corner seat and after just a few sentences, the two christened themselves a temporary musical duo. The slightly disheveled man sang in a beautiful, low tone that scratched as the guitar played a sweet tune. It was Bobby Darin's "Simple Song of Freedom." 

"So come and sing a simple song of freedom

  Sing it like you've never sung before

  Let it fill the air

  Tell the people everywhere

  We, the people here, don't want a war"

No applause as the music faded, just a handshake between two strangers who went back to their separate corners of the subway car as the train finally started up again.