Wednesday, April 06, 2011


Richard plays the blues
in a lunchtime-crowded Rose Street
Two policemen on the beat
stop to have a chat

No we don’t want to see your license, son
We don’t want to move you on
We’d just like to come back later
To listen to you play

And talk about the blues.

Rose Street is a pedestrianised street in the centre of Edinburgh.
Edinburgh Sketcher just posted a sketch of a busker in the Royal Mile, you can see it here.


Jim Murdoch said...

Ah, Rose Street. My poem ‘Lonely City’ is set there but my Rose Street no longer exists. That was thirty years ago and Edinburgh was a very different place then and I loved investigating it. I like you poem though especially because of where it’s set, Rose Street, Edinburgh not Beale Street, Memphis.

Anonymous said...

What a surprise. I like this.

Unknown said...

Nice ending! I was almost fooled their for a second! :) I wish there was more pedestrianised streets where I live, especially so I can hear street music like jazz and blues. :)

Thank you for sharing this delightful poem. I love seeing snippets of characters. Also, thanking for stopping by to read my "Thawing Strawberries" poem. :)