Nov 062012
BUSKER
Posted at the foot
of the escalators
he whistles
I’ll never fall in love again
just loud enough
not to hear
the occasional clink
of small change
in the plastic bowl
steadied by his white stick
while his face,
taut with concentration,
tilts upwards
to the lights
of the lower hall
and away
from the muted traffic
of commuting feet.
PHIL CALLAGHAN
