See them each morn.
From dawn
They busk
Till dusk.
The one-man show-men
Drum thumbs across chords,
Kick sticks against skins,
Strum fingers on strings,
While a tambourine rings
And a hat beckons pennies for music
More suited for kings.
Tooting fluters for commuters
Counterpoint with klaxon hooters.
In the City, tuning up,
Practising its morning concert,
These, the soloists, add one more melody
To inlaid themes which echo
Through the score of streets they wander.
See them each night.
From twilight
They play
Till day.



Copyright: Richard Fox 1973
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