The old
man -- 70? 80? 60 but life's been mighty rough?
Walks
down the middle of the subway car
With a
cane and a can, held out for change.
This
leaves him without a hand to steady himself
Against
the car's judder and sway. His clothes
Are
old; his new shoes busy themselves
Trying
to keep him from falling outright. He sings
Ancient
Top 40 songs as if they were the blues
He
comes in as a tenor, singing that it's his party and
He'll
cry if he wants to but, halfway along,
Switches
to a whiskey bass and urges Cupid
To draw
back his bow. I give him some change;
This
distracts him and he sings twice over
That
he's in danger of losing all his happiness.
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