The Busker Gal

The smell of coffee, mornings call
She drinks its nectar & is no-ones fool
All day long

A city street like a river flows
Of people, shops like eddy's letting go
And drawing in

She sings of love, she sings of pain
Of joys & hope that will never wan
She sings on

She stands: wind, rain, and hail
Against the tide, sun, snow and gale
With red trousers on

Voice like a siren, beautiful, a delight
Mellow yet strong as the echo rings bright
Calling people in

Until the evening when dusk approaches
Sapped, her strength finally encroaches
One last song

By Pete Scopes