The Mafia Musicians
THE MAFIA MUSICIANS
On the sidewalk half a dozen swarthy men from Italy,
Playing foot-tapping dance music
With lots of clarinettes and violins.
Black moustaches and over-long hair
And dark fedoras at jaunty angles, with
Half-smiles all the time,
Switched from one tune to the next,
Without losing the beat.
Like stage-Italian characters, suntanned
With their black suits and Mafia hats,
They were happy to pose momentarlily
While people took snaps.
No hint of loss of rhythm -
I’m sure you know the sort
Of tune they were playing,
Very Italian, very foot-tapping
Polka-esque.
People watching showed their appreciation
By throwing coins into the many empty hats
On the sidewalks nearby.
Police eyeing them circumspectly yet closely,
Half expecting the violin cases
To contain instruments more lethal.
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