![]() ![]() The busker reaches into his pocket for some change that he made and fills the homeless man’s cup up about a quarter of the way. To his left is a homeless man with one eye, wrapped up nicely in his sleeping bag with a dirty old coffee cup with some loose change in it. Walking down the road to the bus stop he sees business men in suits with nice lady’s on their arms, out spending all of their and keeping the economy going. He swings off into Ray Charles Hit The Road Jack and the vibes are pulsating again.Īfter sometime he gets tired and packs up his kit. ‘Any requests?!’ he shouts to his street audience and they applaud him. The car is gone and up he stands with his shoe now tied and assembles his mic stand again. As it approaches the corner up ahead, the busker notices that his shoe lace is untied and craftily bends down to tie it as he looks at the car turning the corner in the domain of his peripheral vision. The busker hangs his head a little and proceeds to dismantle his mic stands as the Garda car drives smoothly on down the road. ‘It’s passed eleven you can’t be playing music passed eleven’. ‘I left it at home Garda’ the busker is apologetic, ‘Can I see your license please?’ they say to him, A Garda car pulls up beside a street busker who is playing Chuck Berry and wearing a hat to keep his head warm. The streets are splashed with American and European tourists all having a good time. As the evening begins to settle, the fresh night air is ornamented with the sounds of various upbeat Irish songs coming from various traditional bars. ![]()
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