My favourite so far is from day seven:

Man, Roll the Window Down! by Patricia Smith*

On a slushed side street in the Bronx, a determined hustler
attacks your smudged windshield with enterprise, sloshes
the pane with old water and rocks a feverish squeegee
before you can mouth the word no. Stunned at a sluggish
stoplight, you have no choice but to force a smile, nod idly
while he stretches the busy machine of his body across
your hood and whips the gritty wet round and around.
It’s a second before you notice that his mouth is moving,
that although he leapt to his task without warning, he is
now attempting to converse as men do, to pass the time,
to shoot the shit. You avoid the mouth, choosing instead
to scan the dank street for anything. There is lots to see–
stands tiled with cheap neon skullcaps, shuttered houses
of praise, the fragrant entrance to Chicken, Ribs & Such,
a city-assed woman drilling her stilettos into concrete,
the butcher shop with price tags pinned to sick meat.
In other words, there is nothing to see. He’s still draped
across your Corolla, wiping, squeaking dry and mouthing.
Damned insistent now, he thumps on your windshield
and the light has changed now and behind you drivers
toot elegant fuck yous. You scramble for your wallet
because damn it, that’s right, hell, you gotta pay the guy
for the gray crisscross swiping that dims the chaos
just enough. But what’s the message of that mouth,
he needs you to know something, inside the huge O
of his wild miming there’s a collision of collapsed teeth
and you slide your window down to a symphony of horn
and mad street spittle, and your hustler’s message,
what he had to get across before he let you pull away
from that street light, Obama! Obama! Obama! Obama!
he spurt screeches, his eyes fevered with whiskey
and damn-it-all, no verbs or adornment, just Obama!
as if his wiping little life is stuck on triumph, as if
that’s all anybody needs to know this day and as he
leans in to roar his one-word stanza, damn the money,
you see that every single one of those teeth, tilted
and pushing for real estate in his mouth, every single
one of them is a gold like you’ve never seen before.

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That is some powerful stuff. Check out the site, there is work featured there from some great poets, you will not be disappointed.

*P.S. If you are the talented Patricia Smith or anybody else whose work I have posted and you do not want it showcased here, please let me know and I will remove it.

1. Give My Regards to Broadway – Yankee Doodle Dandy (James Cagney)

2. On the Atchison, Topeka and Santa Fe – Harvey Girls (Cast)

3. Stereophonic Sound – Silk Stockings (Janis Paige & Fred Astaire)

4. I Could Have Danced All Night & Show Me – My Fair Lady (Julie Andrews)

5. Shall We Dance? – The King and I (Deborah Kerr/Marni Nixon vocals & Yul Brenner)

6. If I Only Had a Heart – Wizard of Oz (Jack Haley, Ray Bolger & Judy Garland)

7. Good Mornin’ – Singin’ in the Rain (Debbie Reynolds, Gene Kelly & Donald O’Connor)

8. Cheek to Cheek – Top Hat (Fred Astaire & Ginger Rogers)

9. The Trolley Song – Meet Me in St-Louis (Cast)

10. Sixteen Going on Seventeen – Sound of Music (Charmian Carr & Daniel Truhitte)