Ripped off

Old man, your blue eyes
remind me of someone
shall not name
old man, I gave you my coins
the few I had
for  sad melodies
played in your acordeon
today eager again
to drop some coins
in your black box
could not find you anymore
too late, thought I was
but again saw you near by
getting in your own car
feel so ripped off
mainly by my bohemian thought
that street musician shall be all  poor.