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 ‘Darkness’ and Other Poetry by Christine Lawson Darkness No longer did they see the need For things called books they used to read. Music—no longer symphonies, But simple tunes composed with e... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email.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.