Page 123 Razzle Dazzle Man

 

Night falls softly on the street corner blues

The razzle dazzle man sits on his stool to play

with his coffee colored skin

and his thread bare suit

and his dusty hat

and his drift wood guitar

and his polished two toned shoes

and his buck toothed smile

Melodies of a broken heart

Stories pour out as the all night girls walk by

They drop quarters and smile

Upstairs the broken glass hears

songs from the past

songs by the whiskey faced men

songs from the pirate ship wars

Inside the guitar a cannon explodes

Now a black cat insomniac paws to see

The razzle dazzle man going home

 

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