Ode to the Man Playing the Accordian in the Tunnel Connecting Port Authority and the 7 Train

"Do Mi Sol"

Oh, Happy Accordian Man
A scant five feet of pure polka delight
Oblivious straphangers sail past you
Yet you soldier on, providing
A melodic opium opus for the masses

But, Happy Accordian Man,
Where have you gone?
A disheveled shaggy maiden tonelessly
Huffing on her harmonica
Has attempted to take your place

I await your joyful jaunts
Your smiling, swaying music
Far beneath the streets of the city
Bringing the anonymous together
At last.