THE BUSKER
I saw a busker the other day,
On a busy North Bay street;
Entertaining all who would listen,
Playing music and tapping his feet.
He was standing by a downtown store,
Playing guitar and the songs that he sings;
He was singing songs for the people
And improvised with a broken string.
He plays for the coins that you give him,
For nickels and dimes and loonies;
His guitar case is open for business
And sometimes he receives a toonie.
He’s a very congenial person
And he’ll chat for a moment or two;
As he takes a break from his music
And decides what he’ll play for you.
I saw him down by Main St.,
Playing to his heart’s content;
For any passersby who would listen
And for occasional dollars and cents.
He rocked to and fro to his music
And he nodded as I drove by;
As he sang and played his old guitar,
I looked around as he caught my eye.
You may see him outside a shop,
Or on a busy street corner in town;
Entertaining all who will listen,
With his old guitar hand-me-down.
He is a dedicated musician
And very passionate about his craft;
As he entertains us winter and summer,
In the wind and the cold and the draft.
If you happen to like his music
And I’m quite sure you’re going to do;
Toss a coin into his guitar case,
He will be more than grateful to you.
If you hear a musician playing,
On a windy downtown street;
Stop by and give him a listen,
He’ll sweep you off your feet.
Bob Bartlett,
North Bay.
