ACCORDION MAN
Leaning against a wall, in New York City’s
Grand Central underground corridor
His hands, grasp an accordion stretched wide
as its lung prepares to exhale
He continually feeds it with air
As it expands and contracts,
Its reeds release a husky sound
—a message to all commuters in a hurry
Yet he sings a song
and imagines the air is leaving
to resuscitate just one passerby
Like a whale with blow hole
in a vast ocean, releasing its spray
Mist against a concrete sky.
he stands alone—the organ man,
A lone wolf,
howling in the night
For those who dare look up
to see the moon
— Abraham Menashe
© 2017