Poem -
QUAKER STREET BUSKER
I passed by a busker on Quaker Street
He played his songs that had a good beat
I looked in his cap no money so far
Does he do it to survive or become a star ?
The busker knew the words to every song
Some were short and others were long
People are too busy to appreciate his voice
I guess it's just a matter of personal choice
Elvis was sung by the busker and the Beatles too
My favourite was Dignity by Deacon Blue
When the busker finally finished his set
We had a conversation I'm not likely to forget
Comments
HI Kieran...I love to hear street musicians play in downtown Charlotte in NC here. They are usually really good and do have an interesting background. Your poem leaves me hanging wanting a part two to know what conversation you had with this busker that left you with thoughts you will never forget...Thanks for sharing.