Billy and the Busker

With apologies to Dr. Suess

it was a lovely, sunny day – Frank decided that he would play
he liked the corner at Yesler Way
he grabbed his old geetar, and he grabbed his old hat
in hope that the tourists would drop money in that
He picked up some milk crates on which he could stand
he placed a call to Billy to help round out the band

Billy wasn’t answering his phone
Franklin decided he’d go it alone

Frank rolled up his pant legs, he got ready to play
he stood top his milk crate there on Yesler Way
tuned up his geetar and found a good beat
but something was missing it wasn’t complete
there was one empty milk crate where Billy should stand
again he tried Billy to round out the band

Billy wasn’t answering his phone
Franklin resolved he’d keep going alone

he played through the morning – he played past midday
he was making no money there on Yesler Way
then suddenly – Billy arrived close at hand
Frank climbed from his milk crate said, “Now we’re a band.”
“Billy, where’s your accordion, your horns, your things?”
Bill watched mutely as Frank riffed his strings

then he said, “Frank, ya  know, I’ve disconnected my phone
you’re holding me back, I’m gonna go it alone.”

a heart-broken Frank just continued to play
he couldn’t watch his friend Bill walk away
but he did, he walked slowly, down Yesler Way
Frank packed up his geetar, he picked up his hat
he stacked up the milk crates, the this and the that
the mighty fine day had now turned to crap

Written for a fun photo prompt found here:
Thanks Ms. Rose

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One-Line Challenge: Communal Poem

The talented, Jennifer Knoblock has graciously invited me to play along in a one-line Community Poem Challenge. I’ve done my best and contributed my line. The baton is now passed to Joe2Poetry where you are always guaranteed quality craftsmanship and first class entertainment! Sorry about the lack of notice, sir – are you up for this?

There are rules:

  1. Thank the blogger who nominated you and link back.
  2.  Link back to Waffles.
  3. Write one line in the poem. (If 4 lines have been reached before you then start a new stanza.)
  4. If you are the 16th line no need to nominate just send it back to Waffles with a title for the next one.

Autumnal hues herald dawn’s amber glow.
Nature paints in colorful flow.
Everything’s pumpkin from pop tarts to chips.
There’s even a seasonal orange pumpkin dip.
Now a crestfallen suns rich corpse spawns a great feast.
The aroma from scented candles tantalize the palette.
Eerie glows emanate from window sills,
And robin’s song defies the winter beast.
Before we damp down, light one more wind-whirled blaze
Toss it high, in the sky a sanguine moon to make