Analysis of Toe Tapping In The Arcade, Ann Arbor
one horn blows out
a symphony of deep echos,
all those who pass
must pay a price,
a nickel.
a quarter
or float a bill
down my way.
(must pay a price.)
my lips jam
into my silver trumphet,
vibrating a message
clear as the nights sky.
my sounds travels up,
smooth can you dig it,
till it turns the angels on.
hey,look up.
angels bop so cool.
| Scheme | axxBxxxxB xaxxcxx cx |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 1111 01001110 1111 1101 010 010 1101 111 1101 111 011101 100010 11011 11101 11111 1110101 11 10111 |
| Closest metre | Iambic dimeter |
| Characters | 322 |
| Words | 70 |
| Sentences | 7 |
| Stanzas | 3 |
| Stanza Lengths | 9, 7, 2 |
| Lines Amount | 18 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 14 |
| Words per line (avg) | 4 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 86 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 23 |
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Submitted on October 12, 2009
Modified on March 05, 2023
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