The Last Organ Grinder

In New York City- Nineteen thirty-six, the crowds had gathered for a final show; none playing the next day- no more to see of organ grinders coming to their streets. Throughout the city, all those places where they came around to play- silent would be. The citizens protested- with no win; Mayor LaGuardia- ruled they must leave. Renew their licenses, he would not do- that radio and concerts were enough. A nuisance, these musicians he declared; he did not want them on the city streets. As poor Italian immigrants, for them their talent was the means to live and earn a pittance from the coins left in their tins; as songs, the sadness of their lives, unveiled. On this last day, the organ grinders came to greet their waiting fans and play for them. When done, all waved goodbye with teary eyes as the musicians gathered up their things. With monkeys in their arms, they walked away to leave their lifetime art of playing songs- as each last organ grinder bid farewell; to dwell as history from New York's past.