Bath Busker
3 July 2010
So what tunes have you played
since last we met
with mournful sound
and style distinct
hiding face
from tourist shopper
that once was sheltered
on sodden Ennis street?
From courtyard quiet
to Roman Bath?
From rain to sun
and life to lyric?
Rattled with ridicule?
Unhearing holy few?
But what of another
who takes note you’re here
and sees again
in unforeseen street
some stooped figure?
Will he remember
will he recall
love and protest song
and in between all ?
What have truth and lie to hide?
Times there are
if permission were such
we too would look
in contorted silence locked.
Where client and customer
congregant and stranger
without glance
just pass.
So I’ll leave you here
till you move on
and take with me
this grace unsung
and happy never after
sacrament.