Busker Poems - Poems about Busker

A musician with debts yet to pay In a bin, he sat, busking away He played in the trash While in came the cash All was fine; 'till they rolled him away!...

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I stood on that busy street And I rattled out some tunes On my tap dancing clogs And a pair of soup spoon I rattled out some fast songs And I rattled out some slow I rattled out bonny songs As I thought folk might know And I placed my cloth cap There between my feet And folk threw their money in And filled...

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Old man in Nashville strums guitar on South Broadway no talent...

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Down the road I heard a busker singing he had a rough voice it reminded me of a mule...

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On a dark rainy morn She wakes with a big yawn With no time to relax She slips into her torn rain mac Out the door with guitar in hand A day in the city is her plan Already half soaked she picks a spot Her stage was the front of a large shop Playing her homemade jingles and tunes Hoping to make...

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The air fills with familiar tunes eminating from a flaking dusky red piano, it's master's majestic touch of mitten clad fingers are a sight to behold as they dance sprightly upon ebony and ivory with vibrant tonality. Strangers amass to witness a crescendo of notes rhythmically blended to produce an ear pleasing multitude of genre encompassing...

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Woeful Rueful Joyful Hopeful Though he looked so woeful, rueful, pained his music was joyful, hopeful, famed. Composed 05/03/2017. 2, 2, 2, 2, 9, 9....

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