The Daily Grind
Cool in Köln
impetus remains,
pinned to bedclothes overwhelm
his suit rests
on a hook fashioned from a yellowed ceramic doorknob.
Music Grinder, Köln, 2023
The day yet uncreased
his shirt anew
chimney hat at the ready
This miller of livers, of minds, of hearts,
affairs collected he
descends a sea of tired stone waves,
a scrum ensues
Chambers abandoned,
surrendered to precarious means of
bread and butter
A venerable contrivance of tubes,
inlaid rosewood and canvas airbags
suck and blow, billow and wale,
ferried if by air
It’s Der Henmarkt day
Years fade
wisdom earned, hopeful
be at the markt gate
cash to the brim
hear the remnant coin rattles,
making music on their own
mustered in position
hand on crank
whir, whir, whir,
bellows lift
bellows blow
the tubes expel their cranky tone
Chirpy, blither,
deporting you,
a frame of mind
The passerby stoops,
flicking coin,
a bill, a nod.
intermission resting between ditties.
fish, he’ll have tonight