Christmas Cheer

He sat on a wooden chair in the corner of the dusty bar, the mesh ball of the microphone buried in his woolen beard. Eyes closed, he wasn’t chanting, or singing, or talking, but some ancient blend of the three:
 
Oh I’m miserable
Ding dong ding dong
Hear the Christmas cheer
Baby don’t you fear
I’m still over here
 
Oh the horses
The fences and the fields
Captain Time
Came for me and mine
I’m still toein’ the line
 
No one listened to him, but they couldn’t ignore him either.
 
Oh I’m home
Oh I’m gone
Over here
Over where?