jammns

From the relative sanity and calm of the morning bus, my wandering gaze lands on an other-worldly figure outside. Not so much the sight of a six-foot chicken wearing high-tops sent me into another universe , it was  more the  mystique issuing from the musical instrument it played. Ethereal melodies strained to reach me through the partly opened window, and then  overpowered the clamorous lull of the bus engine as the electric violin was hammered hard by the farmland freak.