The Busker

poem by: Cecilia Crasto
Written on Sep 14, 2016

He strums his guitar he sings a sad song
His collar is frayed his hair too long
People hurry past without a glance
He'll stay awhile and take his chance

Then when his spirits begin to sag
He sees the girl and she walks with swag
The tempo is increased to a lively beat
She begins to tap her stiletto clad feet

With seductive grace she starts to sway 
People come by and decide to stay
She hitches her skirts she plays to the crowd
They nod their approval and cheer aloud

The coins are dropping and piling up fast
The dancing is lively how long will it last
The people disperse she holds out her hand
He offers a dollar it's tossed in the sand

They each will go their separate way
Tomorrow will be a brand new day
They never could have made a team
Loners at heart they follow their dream.


Tags: happy, humor, rhyme, beat,

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stuart gardiner commented:
Nice. Liked it.
Christopher Russon commented:
A really.Nice poem.I can imagine the scene.
Ann Sdono commented:
I really like it.
Cecilia Crasto commented:
Thank you all for you kind comments... much appreciated.
Fauxcroft wade commented:
amazing stuff
Geoffrey Brewer commented:
A delightful narrative poem with strong images.
A previous user commented:
A delightful narrative poem with strong images.
Maria Williams commented:
Good tempo to this, I could well imagine the scene which you so vividly portray.
Frank byrne commented:
Love this grandson Charlie, did a bit of busking on the streets of Leeds,.....I can't walk past a busker without tossing some coins into their takes a lot of courage to put yourself out there......


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