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.
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