His small street organ became outdated, 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