Subway dreaming

No matter how well she plays
They keep watching through the window

Everyone knows how it works
They hope to get out of here
Before she finishes her song
And comes and begs for a little bit if money

I prefer pretending to be asleep
Not that I don’t want to help her
Or to thank her
I feel intimidated

I wonder who she is
Does she make any money, too ?
Does she even expect to ?

She’s close to me
I try to concentrate on the noise of the wheels against the rails
Leave me alone old accordeon…

I can hear no bling bling from her can
When she moves slowly between the seats
Doing her best no to walk on the people’s feet