On The Fiddle

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Playing the fiddle
he walks the tight rope
strung between two lamp posts.

With over painted mouth
and yellow hair
dancing attendance
his bow catches
an uncertain sound
drowned by the man
with the band
playing the blue tuba
outside the Pavilion.

He tempts and teases
smiles down at passers by

Later he waits for the bus
catches his reflection
in a window
a painted smile and
black crossed eyes
stare back.

In his tiny attic room
the show is over
his image melts in the mirror
with Crows Cremine
and Kleenex tissues.

Time for a beer and to disappear!