Train Interior Violinist

New York never sleeps. I was sitting in a train, someone walked in and started playing music, the person next to me had a list of stuff to deliver among which was a bucket of Baby's breath, another guy next to me was a homeless guy reading news paper ... and then we got to next station, door opens, the musician inside the train packs up to leave, but there is another one playing outside in the station, and the sound of his music takes over the train. New York never sleeps.