On cobble stone street
people move in haste
as street connoisseur of sound stands.
He’s the mighty busker
with instrument of choice
poised and ready.
He’s a special breed
whose stage is one
in every city and town.
He's there to share grand talent
and give one a taste
with hopes a coin gets tossed.
Buskers attire matters little
for his art is there to
benefit.
Many passerby’s move
inattentive, uncaring
stuck in their whirlwind of their life.
Many a bystander
will listen for less than a second
breezing by without proper
acknowledgement.
Oh to the street performer
I pay homage
to the one who gifts currents of air.
Oh to the side walk master
I bow as my coin gets tossed
with prayer...
That their talents get posted
and their You-tube goes viral.
Jun 4, 2019
Jun 4, 2019 at 8:32 AM UTC
On cobble stone street
people move in haste
as street connoisseur of sound stands.
He’s the mighty busker
with instrument of choice
poised and ready.
He’s a special breed
whose stage is one
in every city and town.
He's there to share grand talent
and give one a taste
with hopes a coin gets tossed.
Buskers attire matters little
for his art is there to
benefit.
Many passerby’s move
inattentive, uncaring
stuck in their whirlwind of their life.
Many a bystander
will listen for less than a second
breezing by without proper
acknowledgement.
Oh to the street performer
I pay homage
to the one who gifts currents of air.
Oh to the side walk master
I bow as my coin gets tossed
with prayer...
That their talents get posted
and their You-tube goes viral.
inspired from a chat with Ben Noah Suri Thanks
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