They are a band
but you can already see
The bongo player watching simple coins drop
into the lining of the red felt guitar case
while the good looking singer prostitutes himself
It is in the quiet between each number.
A murder-suicide waiting to happen.
And when they are gone
there will be new street performers
to take their place.
Maybe one of those mimes that irritate
the hell out of everyone
by following them around
with their stupid painted