Street Dancer

he dances down the street 
to the music in his head
the rhythm never stops until
he's sound asleep in bed

even when he sits to eat
his feet still keep the time
all he listens for is music
with no heed to words or rhyme

he doesn't hear the traffic
or shouts of angry words
for the music in his head
is all he's ever heard

he eats down at the mission
and lives out on the street
but till the day he dies
he'll be dancing to the beat

c. 8/17/09, B. Riley