by Clark Kent Jr.
for my son Jason
The boy who wanders in the quad
playing his accordion
brings laughter to his fellow men -
it's how they're rewarding him -
and longing looks from fetching gals,
but he has no interest.
He plays only for his Muse,
his mother, now in Budapest,
a traveling minstrel on a quest
to save the squeezebox sounds from death
and bring back love for the wheezing tune.
Through their bellows, they share one breath.
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