SAXOPHONE MAN

There is a man
playing saxophone
out on the street.
He plays blues
and jazz
with a lively beat.
Smiles at the pennies
from the folks
he meets.
He leaves his case 
open praying for
dollars, not dimes,
hoping his tunes
will roll in  
good times.
It is Saturday night
and it's getting late.
Time to go home
to his kids
and his mate.
But there's not
enough money
to count
in his case yet,
so he plays one
last tune
trying
to get out of debt.
It's jazz and blues
loved by this man
who plays his saxophone
the best that he can.

     Are there street performers in your town?  Have you ever sang along or performed with them?  Your challenge for today is to write a poem about a street performer.

  Michelle is hosting the Friday Poetry Roundup today on her blog Today's Little Ditty
Thanks so much, Michelle.