His small street organ became outdated,
All pocket's trifles blown from a breeze,
All time tried to catch voice's Tom Waits,
And waited in vain public's call on a bis,
Always sing a song by heartly like an endless.
Tsira Gogeshvili
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-love-tom-waits-s-voice-too/
