Street Performer's Speech

Jan. 8, 2013

Street Performer's Speech

Excuse me Mister Gentleman, sir,
     can you spare a quarter?
          Nickels and dimes'd be fine.
See,
     me and my boys
          gotta raise fifty bucks a pop,
Just so we can play some old buckets
     on a cold Michigan spot,
          right by the lake.
Let me tell you,
     there'll be a view!
Picture yourself,
     as the drums fill the air,
          lake side,
     with the wind buh-blowin'
          and your girl ho-holdin' you tight,
Out on a Sunday walk,
     listenin' to yours truly
          as I play some sensual rhythms
              to give you that good feelin'!
Just some spare change,
     Mister Gentleman, sir,
You'll be lovin'
     and I'll be fed.
Mister,
     can you spare a quarter?