Street musicians are along the road to Comerica Park (in fact I'm seeing them everywhere on this trip).
The coolest one: A guy who improvised rhymes about individual passersby, setting them to the rhythm of his bongos. They were all complimentary, of course; how else would he get donations?
One sample:
Look at that lady in the black
She's about to give me a heart attack.
Are you the guy who's with her, Jack?
You must be some kind of Mack!
I should have passed him by a few times to to a rhyme about me.
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