Ode to the Creepy Blind Guy
Who Plays Accordion on the N/W






O Creepy Blind Guy
I am grateful for my sight
When I see you.
And I am sorry you are blind
And glad that you have found this way
to make a living.

But I'm still not going to give you
Any money.

O eating lady
Across the car from me
Who reaches into her purse.
You two are kindred spirits:
She who annoyed me
With her chomping on horrible greasy fast food
And he with his
Guilt-inducing chords,
Now stuck in my head.

But no. She is only
Pulling out a pen.

















Copyright Pascale Crane, 2003