Some sitting ladies
bid him play,
and after a few hearty
reluctant
laughs,
he does.
He blows
the bagpipe hums,
he nimly taps out
the melodic cries
of “Spice McHaggis”,
by the Irish punk band
Dropkick Murphys.
When he is done,
everybody applauds impassioned
lively conversations travel back and forth
between strangers.

A man says,
“in New York, ya got everything!”
Even bagpipes.
And now,
even warmth
on the subway.