accordionist

On the boardwalk

Playing the accordion

Without talk

He set the tone

The music was sad

And the river was calm

Player wasn’t bad

I started to hum

The sky was blue

And water too

Open case, donations few

Closed my eyes

I saw something rise:

a face,

a place,

a ocean,

My mind filled with emotions

They took me to:

a city,

a country,

a continent,

The accordion weeping to his content

Then couldn’t take it anymore

Oh, please, no encore, no encore!

Opened my eyes

Looked at the open case twice

Felt the player’s frustrations

Took out a couple denominations

Dropped them in the case

And left with an embrace

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