photo: E. Herd
The accordionist seems displaced
in Grand Central Station
on the platform
of the number 7 train
you’d expect to see him
in the back corner of a bar
World War II
bombs dropping, but
he soldiers on,
whisky-sticky floor
glasses tinkling
sad brown eyes
open case
I throw in a dollar as he plays
“La Vie en Rose”
it’s Friday—TGIF!
he looks the same
as every other day
he smiles weakly (as if it hurts), and nods
the dollar flutters into his case
a paper bird
finding its place
Suburban Hobo 
gorgeous
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Lovely. The photo shot from behind is effective.
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Thanks, Matt. That was a happy accident. I thought it rude to take his photo from the front.
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Yes…I agree, the photo from behind adds a certain mystery. Beautiful poem.
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I soooo appreciate your poetry. Another one that I can “SEE and FEEL”…I love your talent, Erica. 🙂
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Thank you, Lucie!
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