I saw a lot of these folks when I visited my daughter in Boston a couple years ago. They were writing and singing their songs, so I thought I'd write one about them.

Subway Troubadour (c) 2014 Greg C. Brown and Scott Campbell He’s standing by the platform wall With a 6-string in his hand. Trying to scratch a living out and Doing the best he can. Well, Platform 9 is crowded now, Commuters get off and on. They pass him as he stands alone and plays another song. The 5:15 comes rolling in Same time every day. From the throng of people rushing past, A few coins come his way. And he hopes the world will embrace his words Like those who went before. Forever this is where he’ll stand, A subway troubadour. He’s a real world observer Who sees and takes it in. He’ll give your life a melody And sing it back again. He looks for inspiration In the lines on every face. Strums a chord and finds a buck Inside his guitar case. The 5:15 comes rolling in Same time every day. From the throng of people rushing past, A few coins come his way And he hopes the world will embrace his words Like those who went before. Forever this is where he’ll stand, A subway troubadour. Is he just another dead end poet Or a hapless balladeer? Follow the tune to Platform 9, It's something you need to hear The 5:15 comes rolling in Same time every day…. … Forever this is where he’ll stand, A subway troubadour. TAG Oh, and if you ask him real polite, He might play a song he didn’t write. ?