the busker

There was an old man waiting out front of the concert tonight. He was a short with a yellow shirt, a fedora and mismatched shoes. He sat on the floor with his eyes shut singing out some Mccartney hits. I heard him wailing "let it be, let it be..." so I said hi. We talked for a long time. I guess he couldn't afford a ticket so he came to sit outside of the doors to take in what he could.


He reminded me that nostalgia is a great feeling.