Busking: Art and Offering

A bit of a poem I wrote about busking.

The Busker

What shall he do in the city
With the people he has just met
While he twirls the fire
And spins the line that pulls them in

Is it the meeting
Or the knowing that he seeks

The people come and look
What can be done
When one puts their mind to it
But most dont

"i could do that" some think to themselves
"i could think i could do that", from still others
None can
None will

Doing the thing
Each time making it seem
Like it is the first
And that this time
it might not work

The whole time talking
And telling
How those who agree to stay
Are special

At the end they pay
Some give what they can
Some give more
Some walk away

The trick he says
Is that by the time the hat is passed

They have paid already

They have given a smile
A laugh
A raised eyebrow

That payment holds
As much value
As the depth
Of the hat.