Leaning against a wall, in an underground
corridor in New York City’s Grand Central Station,

Is a man holding an accordion with hands
stretched wide as its lungs prepare to exhale.

Then its ribs release a husky sound–
a message to hurrying commuters

He sings a song and imagines the air
is resuscitating passersby.

Like a whale with blow hole
in a vast ocean, releasing spray

His is a mist of oxygen against a stone wall,
alone, like a wolf, howling in the night

To busy commuters who will dare look up,
and see the moon underground.

— © Abraham Menashe