WEARY (part one)
the dimming of the lights
the hush of the crowd
CENTER RING IS EMPTY
children look around
children strain their eyes
THE SAWDUST IS UNDISTURBED
movement from stage left
movement of a slow kind
STARK SPOTLIGHT STABS THE RING
slowly moving into the tent
slowly shuffling into the ring
A JANITOR WHEELS IN HIS TRASHCAN
he moves into the ring
he circles the spotlight
WE CAN BARELY MAKE HIM OUT
his appearence is of rags
his clothes are of the road
HE STARES AT THE CIRCLE OF LIGHT
he looks so sad
he looks so tired
AS HE GAZES OUT TO US
he has the face of a hobo
he has the heart of an artist
WE ALL LOVE HIM SO
he takes out his broom
he takes out his dustpan
PEOPLE START TO LAUGH
little laughs at first
little chuckles now
WE'VE SEEN THIS ONE BEFORE
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