14.

across the street from me is a busker, cross

legged, dark green fedora (an accessory normally

frowned upon by me, but is excusable is you are

sporting a guitar) and closed eyes

i can't here what he's playing, because i am

inside the cafe, and he is out,

but he looks so enraptured with his music that

i wonder if he ever gets self conscious.

i would like to sit beside him, good music or not

and just listen. because even though i can't hear him

and i can't listen

he is already my favourite musician.