plays an impromptu gig
strumming beat-up guitars
and breathing harmonicas
into the salty wind
singing with the abandon
only history together can breed
Old timers in flip flops
with shaggy hair and ripped jeans
today they are twenty two
croaking out some Dylan
'cause chicks dig musicians
especially ones that are freewheelin'
breaking hearts just to mend them
They don't seem to notice
that their audience is a bunch
of pigeons on park benches
and restless toddlers
trying hard to escape
the prison of their prams
and exasperated nannies
It's all about the music
for these dudes
and you can tell by the way
they nod and sway
as they slap their thighs to the beat
that the applause of the palms
is all they need
ooh, there's a chance for a play on words when it comes to palms applausing.
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