“Here comes the sun do-do-do- do-do,” sings the street performer, as the flurry of passengers pass by.
The musical notes echoing euphoniously, floating into their ears
A blur of faces, not one more distinctive than the one behind
A sea full of strange faces, each awaiting departing to their destination
A select few compassionate individuals get captured by the musical tune and come to a halt,
Digging deep into their pockets for a handful of spare change
Or a few crumpled dollar bills to drop in the performer’s collection bucket,
Causing an exchange of smiles & a silent expression of gratitude
Guess the inhabitants of the Big Apple aren’t so mean after all.
– Rawnak Mahjabib