Jimbo, My Busking Friend (all smiles and tunes).

 

Jim Haynes, peculiar sort of hero for these days.

Knew him years before 
Playing by the Grocery Store 
Good guitar 
And folk songs 
Most would know. 
Tambourine, harmonicas too. 
Any time of day would do.

Gospel getting new emphasis. 

Misty, chilly times too. 


This his source of cash 
His store. 
Handyman yes, on the side 
Subdivisions, Boss would ride. 
Boss who died of 
Heart ills, in Jim’s arms. 
Work-friend, never meaning harm. 
Jim, my friend 
Without an ounce of pride

About this poem

A real life friend Jim Haynes of Kitchener. We busk together sometimes.