I was walking down the street and was halfway down the block when I noticed the music. I went back to where the man sat on the corner playing the clarinet, sure he was playing "House of the rising sun". I stopped for a moment on the corner opposite of him and had a moment of homesickness for New Orleans and crossed the street when he finished the song, interrupted him just as he'd started the next.

I asked him in broken french what he'd played and he said "Scarborough Fair". I dropped a dollar coin in his case after thanking him and walked across the street, while he started the song over.

I'd been hearing things, wishfully as it would seem and thinking of my home, thinking of New Orleans.