Sights Seen on a Manhattan Street
by Ken HarnischI watched the droopy, dreary kangaroos
Lose their air and dignity in Times Square
And their handlers, much perplexed,
Let the ropes slip from leathery hands
Already scythed with heart lines
That held out not much hope for sustenance
Or long lives lived in anything but grief
And the organ grinder shrugged,
Saying what did you expect?
Then, with his rhesus chattering, showing jagged teeth
As he clambered on the shoulder of the weatherman
The grinder played Cara Mia with a rather upbeat tempo
Singing it far, far better than Jay Black
And the few pennies dropped in his copper pot
Made the metal ring like church bells
But, I noticed, didnt bring the tourists back
02/23/2003