Snapshot of a busker

Snapshot of a busker

A Poem by Gee

Playing to nobody

It ain't much but it's somethin' I thought, tossing two coins into his hat.
The fella nodded, continuing in song.

"Where do you go to my lovely,
when you're alone in your bed"

A mother and daughter stopped,
the mother exchanging smiles with the busker.

" c'mon mum" the young girl said whist tugging on her mother's hand.
" You said we could got to maccy dees "

They turned on their heels.

" Have a nice day " hollered the busker,
" b***h " this barely audible.

"Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes I do"

A heavily pregnant lady and bag laden fella briefly paused,
" give 'im some money Tel, bless 'im,
looks like he could do wiv a good feed"

"Are you takin' the piss Rach, he's shite.
C'mon doll, we'll be 'ere all day uvver wise"

" Wankers" fell from the buskers mouth as they wandered off.
I chuckled, they didn't hear.

" I've seen all your qualifications
you got from the Sorbonne"

"Oy Marge come 'ere, this fellas playin' yer fav'rite.
Quick, uvver wise he'll be done"

Marge hurried over to Reg.

" Ahh, he's good ain't he. Give him a fiver Reg "

" A FIVER, you 'avin' a larf. I only paid free quid to go an' see Tom Jones "

Marge chuckled, " that was back in 1974 ya silly ol' sod.
Give 'im a fiver ya tight so and so"

Marge winked at the busker.

" 'Kin 'ell. There ya go son, that's me avin' a couple of pints less tonight. Cheers"

The busker smiled, winked at Marge.

" I know where you go to my lovely
when you're alone in your bed
I know the thoughts that surround you
'cause I can look inside your head."

Marge clapped enthusiastically, " More.... more... "

"C'mon you dozy cow, you'll be frowin' ya drawers at 'im next.
He'll be able ta use 'em to cover his car in the winta.."

Marge slapped his back

" Ya cheeky git " she said as they walked off.

As I turned away I could here the strains of " Morning has broken " starting..

© 2017 Gee

Author's Note

Self indulgent piffle

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I enjoyed this Gee, and all the characters you brought in. Very realistic, I have to say, especially the ending.


Posted 5 Months Ago


5 Months Ago

Thanks Christine, glad you liked. Hope you are well, I'm knackered, one more day then....Monday will.. read more
Christine Anne Shaw

5 Months Ago

Make the most of the week-end Gee:))

Posted 5 Months Ago


5 Months Ago

No, not piffle but a strum of genius...Superbly orchestrated and played throughout....Not tit 4 tat but honest an true, so there.....Now go an en some more...............Your mate N

Posted 7 Months Ago


7 Months Ago

Cheers Neville. Now to hopefully watch Liverpool beat Everton
Neville Pettitt

7 Months Ago

Truly my pleasure... meant 'pen' some more in that last comment of mine..... Oh' my lad will be firm.. read more
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Thank you Margie. Really need to get the pen out and post new stuff.
Hope you are well.

Posted 8 Months Ago

Delightful little ditty showing all your sass & attitude in little glimpses. I'm in awe of your ability to convey the dialect so skillfully & yet without interrupting the flow for those of us who speak differently! *wink! wink!* This is a perfectly crafted portrait of a "busker" (& thanks for teaching me a new word, too!) Love your imagination as far as the characters passing by (((HUGS))) Fondly Margie

Posted 8 Months Ago


8 Months Ago

Thank you Margie. Hope all is well in your world
Read this again
Love the language and accents

Posted 8 Months Ago


8 Months Ago

Thank you kindly
I love poems that are also stories. The imagery in this is fantastic! Thanks for sharing!

Posted 10 Months Ago


10 Months Ago

Thank you..
Simply wonderful; and the interweaving of the song lyrics, (one of my dad's all time favourites,) which in particular highlighted the cheeky interplay between Marge and the Busker, was so very skillfully done.

Quite made this dull November day shine.


Posted 11 Months Ago


11 Months Ago

Thank you Beccy
I can understand the buskers point of view as I've busked before. You've got to be really good. The accents make it pretty clear this is in the UK, the fact is theres not real money in busking unless your a God at what you do

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 Year Ago

That rules out the majority then. Cheers Jack
A amazing story in the poem. I could vision the situation. My dear wife. A real bear in the morning. Thank you my friend for sharing the amazing poetry.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 Year Ago

Thank you Coyote
Coyote Poetry

1 Year Ago

You are welcome my friend.

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Added on October 7, 2017
Last Updated on October 12, 2017



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