Time to say Goodbye

2 weeks ago now

I was sat outside Costa Coffee

in my shades observing

and being observed on

St John's Square, Liverpool

A man with a pram had wheeled his violin and speakers

to a spot in the middle of the square.

He was warming up quite nicely

and so was I.

The song that he was playing quite

ironically was

"Time to say Goodbye"

because no sooner had he started

than a man came around from behind the Jewellers with

his walkie talkie

and started pointing and remonstrating

and shaking his head.

He shrugs his shoulders and 'security' is now using sign language

A finger to the lips won't hush this Musician.

He continues to say goodbye,

the notes cutting through the morning fugue. 

Where man fails

woman prevails.

Lady Manageress

tells

the musician in no uncertain terms to leave.

Haunting music cannot be good for business.

He packs up and puts his babies back in the pram

and I get to wondering whether she has any children.

It was obviously time for him to say Goodbye 

and I wish that the old trout had stayed in her shop,

that sold shiny rocks.

Gentrification

continues

apace.