shot glass
title
"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

John Davis Jr.


Page 1 | 2

Violin Boy

I drop euros in your case daily:
the ones I won't give to the footless beggar
who colors his fresh sterile gauze with red marker.
You are tall and young enough to remind me
of my own son, and your song is more fiddle
than concerto. It summons some home
in this Lisbon I visit. You nod and smile,
play toward my wife - your chin never leaving
its black rest while your brown eyes say Obrigado.
The ankle-nubbed man shakes his cup: No music.