From a Soda in Puriscal

The man in the green hat
playing the bells for no one
no chance for optimism
his cup is always empty
And the silver truck gringo
adds bass to the bells
and the bread store alarm
adds the high pitch scream
The fat Saprissa Tico
throws in a chuckle
with Liga fan cymbals
dark bottles smashed on walls
And the hurricane rains
keep rhythm going strong
and pedestrian pocket change
remains maracas tucked away
while the man in the green hat
always nods and waits
banging on his bells
begging for some change