A Busker’s Love Song – Part 3
He whistles as stifling day of May
And a bitter song cling by his side;
He follows starry signs and secretly prays
for the Underdog pub to show him the way
To ease this pain. Behind a wall of noise
five jesters take shots of his rusty stubble.
A trumpet’s cry tears the air above all those
who gather around legend turned to rubble.
And there is more next week…