Majestic Gentle Bum Bum

Sometimes you’re frightening, but most of the time you just toot away

on that clarinet of yours while swaying like a cattail in the breeze.

I wish all the other north end bums were like you….

Thanks for not calling me “Love” and “Sweetie”.

Thanks for not muttering bitterly when I don’t give you dough.

—Fan of Man with Plan

This article appears in Mar 26 – Apr 1, 2009.