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The Busker
by Maria FrancescaI strum
silken strings
while I drum
while I sing
while I play
while I try
while I pray
while I lie -
one more notch
on my belt
as you watch
as you melt
as you stay -
take a chance;
every day
a new dance
and a ducat
or two
in my bucket will do -
every cent
that I've made
keeps the rent
getting payed
so I'm clever
and spry
and forever I'll try
and I'll twirl
and I'll flip -
give a girl a nice tip. 04/17/2011 Author's Note: attending a busking festival today.
Posted on 04/17/2011
Copyright © 2024 Maria Francesca
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 04/17/11 at 07:11 PM Wonderfully creative in its narrative flow and word play. Nice work as always. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 04/18/11 at 01:01 AM I did not know the term "busking" - I always enjoy street performers. This is as catchy as the performers themselves. Thank you. |
| Posted by P Cyban on 04/25/11 at 05:47 AM I like the horse gallop meter in this one. Clippity Clop. Clippity Clop. |
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