The man with the single string and bow

on Seventh and Clement

under the Kung Fu Academy

playing something ancient

and flowing to my ears

turning the street corner

each day into a place 

of new music. 

There was, too, once

the Trash Can Man

on the corner of Canal

and City Park Ave,

hitting his cans and 

smiling at the morning commute,

until one day, 

it must have been after Katrina,

he wasn’t