The Flautist of North Station The Society September 18, 2012 Poetry By Bill Coyle The flautist of North Station, playing Amazing Grace, will get, for compensation, some quarters in a case on which, for sympathy, he’s taped a picture of his daughters, so that we may see he plays for love; may see he plays for free, while someone in a suit takes up the melody our man plays on the flute and starts to whistle it as he departs the station, bound for a world unfit for any such salvation. (c) 1995 by Bill Coyle; first printed in The Formalist; used by permission of the poet. Bill Coyle is a poet living in Somerville, Massachusetts. Click here to visit his website. Click here for more poetry by Bill Coyle. Related Post ‘Unforeseen Good Fortune’s Heirs Are We’ and Oth... Unforeseen Good Fortune’s Heirs Are We There’s little of the Plague that we can find to celebrate except for this small gem – when those who died... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.