A Poem - Street Painter has an Onlooker under His Skin

 

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The Street Painter;

  and the snappy woman 
 

His pictures were beautiful though

who but a tourist would buy one 

And so many were mural size

Best to get it home just ship it 
 

Comes little lady in her 'shaw

She's too good to put her foot down

The pavement was germy dirty

Besides Rick the driver had gone 
 

What are ye painting she shouted

Looks a bloody mess upside down

I like your colors what's it's price

Sounded like a put down to him 
 

With a sly grin he shouted back

It ain't for sale Grandma wants it

Oh sure where does your grandma live

She's in Heaven all good girls go 
 

Why do you paint here in the grime

The street gives me inspiration

I live here 'neath yon bridge.  Homey. 

Water sloshing gives me patience

  

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 - Photos Copyright, Jimmiehov 2013, Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov

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 - Note: 
 - - Pictures were previously used and made public in February, 2013. http://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2013/02/my-alphabe-thursday-2nd-letter-i.html  We were on the street in Sydney, Australia, and came upon this Street Painter at work.

 - - Riding with the pedaling fellow in this bike mobile cab looks like it would be fun but he didn't have many takers.  Mrs. Jim and I did ride in one of these in China and the ride was not fun.

 - - The street painter was going to donate his painting to a local Salvation Army unit.  There were a lot of people in his painting but I couldn't figure out what he meant it to be.