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 ‘To a Red-Winged Black Bird on the Advent of Spring... To a Red-Winged Black Bird on the Advent of Spring For some a robin heralds in the Spring. Others: a crocus or a daffodil. My old man claims it’s... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email.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.