The
unsound Chinese guy
He
sat in the hawker's center at night
Sandwiched
between chairs and tables
He
sat there drumming a lion dance beat
He
is a regular feature
In
the old town day and night
He
doesn't disturb anybody
He
is practically in his world
Sometimes
his family takes him back
A
good rub down hair cut and clean cloth
Before
long he is back in his old haunt
Smiling
and dreaming out his world
Yesterday
I saw him
Drumming
it on an empty tin
The
sound of correct beats
He
could beat his sound...
In
the night
The
sound of soothing beats
Maybe
he found something else to do
Then
watching and dreaming away
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