Accordion Angel

  
Accordion Angel
was playing on the streets
pressing and squeezing 
while his foot tapped a beat

Dressed up for the day
from his boots to his hat
He stuck to his own style
for years has been part of his act 

Not really an act
More like a concert
If you don’t know his genre
he will make you a convert

Of head nodding polka
with Mexican spice 
that causes you to skip
once maybe twice

When I walked up to Angel
He looked right in my face
Taking a pic was fine
but the fee was money in his case 

He kept playing and singing
his Mexican tunes
holding on to his dreams
that fame would come soon. 

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mrjoe

I have a family. I work with families. That's why I write about family. I'm a kidmin pastor by day, writer by night, delivery man for my wife's floral design business, and a picture-taker dude 24/7.


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