Penny Serenade

Dancing outside the saloon, they toss pennies at his feet. On his harmonica he plays, a tune, off key, up beat. On his head of sparse grey hair, he sports an old top hat. His tattered coat of tailored tails, frames a frayed and worn cravat. On a thin frame the tux does hang, his pants, held up with twine. You can't help, but to think, he is from another time. Come rain or shine, he is there. Tip of his hat to all the girls. He gives a nod of thanks at each sound, as round his feet, the pennies swirl.