But What Happened to the Organ-Grinder?

A tiny grizzled old man got on the downtown A-train at 125th St one Saturday afternoon. He walked very slowly, hunched over his cane, and huddled in his too-large navy coat against the cold. Once he got on, he made his way over to the opposite doors and carefully balanced his cane against them once the train starting moving. Suddenly he threw off his coat, revealing a nearly-complete organ-grinder's monkey outfit underneath, (lacking only the fez,) and started dancing spryly up and down the aisle of the train. As he did so, he sang a very odd and slightly off-key medley of various Broadway songs, pausing only to mention that one particularly mournful one was dedicated to his brother-in-law. Something about his performance reminded me of the creepy old man from the Six Flags ads, although this was less unsettling. Once we arrived at Columbus Circle, he put the coat back on and hobbled off the train with his cane.
I really think the whole thing would have been better if he'd brought a fez.