[snapped on Monday, developed later]
Busker, Balwyn
From the kerb outside the supermarket
a melody saxophone there sits a grizzled
wizened beanie-wearing busker.
The winter sun brightens his tawdry
gilded horn, next to which a tiny
dog face squints, wrapped
in a brown knitted football scarf: Hawks Hawks¹
Poodle, grizzled, monotonously yips
next to a plastic cup
with three forlorn coins. Nothing from me.
I am well past before words join melody:
rhythmwe¹ve got rhythm¹
2.30pm Wednesday 18 June 2003
Max Richards at Cooee, North Balwyn, Melbourne
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